John said nothing, continuing to rock me back and forth, trying to quiet my sobs. Nothing would calm me down now.
I tried to stop my childish sobs, but the thought of stopping only made me cry harder again.
How could I have been so stupid? I knew he was going to move on sooner or later.
Besides, wasn’t that the whole fear I had during the time I had dated James?
That he was going to dump me because I wasn’t pretty enough. It was about time, but still.
So soon? How could he have healed so quickly?
I shook my head. It didn’t matter. He moved on, case closed.
I meant nothing to him anymore. And besides, I had John now.
Right?
I needed to get over him. I needed to move on, because every second I spent worrying about James, the harder this breakup would be.
I heard the final bell ring. Thank God the day was over. I couldn’t face anyone at the moment. I sighed, trying to release John’s arms from my waist. He wouldn’t let go of me. He showed no sign of moving. His eyes showed signs of rage.
Uh oh..