The Fool He Made Me
Years of bottled-up feelings surged, overwhelming me like a tidal wave.
Unable to hold back, I asked, "Shane, what are we now?"
He dropped a tender kiss on my forehead. "What else, silly?"
The bar exploded with cheers, mirroring the spark in my heart. But just two days later, his words shattered that fragile hope.
I laughed through my tears, the sound bitter. It looked like that flirty, vague answer was just another trick to shove me aside and make way for Esther.
The wind chimes in my bedroom clinked, the breeze drying my tears bit by bit. My broken heart began to mend.