HATE TO LOVE YOU
I watch him walk out, his confidence radiating as he leaves me behind in my messy, sleepy state, surrounded by the remnants of a night filled with dreams that now feel utterly out of reach.
I realize, with a sinking feeling, that this is what I have to deal with from now on—alone. Alone to eat, sleep, talk, and navigate the complexities of a life that suddenly feels like it’s spiralling out of my control. The weight of solitude presses down on me, and I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
"It's okay, Olivia. This is happening; it's no big deal," I whisper to myself, the words barely a comfort. I push myself to stand.