Who else could she blame? Since she was a child, every love she had felt was unrequited, a one-way street. What had she done?
Tonnie felt her knees shake slightly, and she steadied herself on the counter. Done. Over. Another love down the drain. How much longer would this one hurt?
Her soft, delicate tears became louder sobs, then; dark trails of mascara started sliding down her face. She rubbed at her eyes angrily. How many more times could her heart break like this?
The Post-It fell as her fist unclenched. Her adrenaline was faded. Well, she couldn’t change anything now.
Tonnie ran to the bathroom, her face still hot with tears. She looked in the mirror. Makeup streaks ran down either side of her face, giving her a ghostly look. Her entire body shook with pain. Shuddering, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small blue square, at the same time turning the water on. With a last sad sigh, she dropped her own Post-It, a love confession, into the sink and watched her heart spin lazily out of her sight.