Muted Sunrise

Aurora POV:

I promised myself not to cry on my way home, but tears stream down my cheek nonetheless. I felt so angry at myself, how could I be so weak. I couldn't believe I said all that hurtful words to him, it was unlike me to stoop so low and insult anyone with something so personal no matter how angry I was. No matter the situation, what I said to him was much, too much infact.

I knew I was angry and lost control because of the amount plausible truths in his words. And setting myself for another rejection is a pain I'm never coming back from, it hurts almost twice as hard as the first.

I realized beneath all the denial I still had traces of feelings left for him. How is the heart to forget someone already imprinted on it.

My mind drifted to his claims about Mr. Jordan, his claims couldn't be all wrong, could they. I wonder which was possibly the truth and which were lies. It could all be the truth for all I knew, especially the part about his secretaries. But afterall it was none