Tonya,
I can’t think of words to
It’s impossible to explain
I just can’t do it, Tonya. Please don’t hate me. We just weren’t right together. You understand. Forgive me, but I can’t keep doing this.
Alex
Tonnie stood next to the refrigerator for a while, leaning on the counter. The message played over and over in her head. Forgive me. Forgive me. It was a joke. It had to be a joke. Any minute now, Alex would walk through that door, smiling jovially as usual, with his dark brown hair in his eyes. He would tell her he was just kidding, just playing with her, and then he would take her face in his hands and kiss her slowly, gently, and confess his love. Then she, too, would whisper, while soft tears of joy slid down her cheeks and onto his fingers.
But the tears she cried that night were certainly not happy.
Her heart pounded angrily in her chest. Despair churned in her stomach. He didn’t love her. It was all so wrong. Those self-help books didn’t know; they told her it wasn’t her fault. But it had to be.