"Tell me your secret, my soul asks my skin. "how do you heal so quickly?"
~ Q.
I rush towards the bathroom to throw up. After I'm done emptying my stomach, I sit there and cry for some time. Letting my emotions out. How could he? I thought I was the only one in his life, his emotions seemed so genuine.
I slowly stand up on trembling legs. I'm not going to wait after the wedding. I'm leaving right now. I lift my gaze towatds rhe mirror. I stare at my dishalved reflection. I don't look like anything I did an hour ago. My eye makeup is smeared around making me resemble a racoon, my lipstick has been wiped off. My hair are a mess.
I take the make-up remover and clean my face, I then brush my teeth and change into something comfortable. I pull my hair up in a messy bun. I press my temples, it's pounding so bad.
I step out of the bathroom, but freeze finding Salvatore in the room, his right hand knuckles are all bloody and bruised. His suit jacket is no where to be found, his white un
