She woke up with tears in her eyes. She didn’t realise when she dozed off while crying last night. She was now awake, but the tears had not yet stopped. They were uncontrollable. Last night she was inflicted with the greatest pain of all times, nothing else could surpass that. Last night her heart was broken, down to pieces, her dreams were shattered.
She could feel the heaviness in her head and the emptiness in her heart. She doesn’t know why it all happened last night. But she remembers each little detail of the moment when her heart was been attacked slowly and steadily, bit by bit, till it broke down to small pieces. She doesn’t know why she didn’t protest, why she didn’t fight back. And all this was done by the person she loved the most.
She hated herself. For giving him her heart to play with. She blamed herself for whatever happened to her. She hated herself, for letting him do it again and again.
Today morning when she woke up, her eyes were still wet, her broken heart wasn’t ready to accept that it all happened. She wished it was all a bad dream, that it would pass and things would be fine.
But her mind knew, all this was pointless. None of it was a dream. It was all real and her brain remembers each little detail.
She wiped her tears with both her hands and got down from her bed. Today is 14th February. She would be spending Valentine’s Day alone.