“I’m done.”
The last two words that he spoke to me before leaving. It had all happened so quickly like a bullet that had just struck me. Not to mention, it had struck me in the heart.
Things were over. Things were done, finished.
I couldn’t imagine living without him in my life. It didn’t seem right. It seemed like it would be in an alternate universe. I kept telling myself that was how he was really feeling about everything, too. This was just to make myself feel better, though, since of course, I knew, he would move on as soon as he possibly could.
I couldn’t speak. I felt like my throat was closing up and like I couldn’t breathe, but then I felt it. Anger in my stomach mixed with humiliation and misery. It was like a huge roller coaster and I had just gone over the tip and I was soaring down and it was like this bottomless abyss and it was never going away.
I rushed to the closest restroom and locked myself into a stall where I instantly vomited. Then for what felt like too short of a time, I cried…