All Chapters of Colors of Heartbreak : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Bradley Miller!” I shrieked, gaining everyone's attention. And by everyone that includes his so-called friends and his posse which consisted of a good amount of brainless, narcissistic, and A-class b*ches.“You and I were over.” I declared with all the dignity I could muster. Suddenly a maddening laugh left his mouth as he looked at me mockingly.“I know you, Elle. Soon you'll come begging me to take you back.” He boasted, a smug look on his face.As I shoved the door open I could still hear their hushed whispers that follow.“That’s Bradley’s girlfriend? Yuck! He could do better than that piece of rag.” Snickers“Can’t blame him for looking for another. The girl was a complete definition of trash.” Sneers

I had never been dumped before given Brad was my first boyfriend. And ever since the day we had been together, I had this vision in my head that we’re going to grow old together.Cheesy, I know.Guess when you trust someone too much, you tend to think of those things to the point that you unconsciously let that person rule your world. And I admit, through the years we've been together I became too dependent on him.Though our relationship was not rainbows and unicorns it never crossed my mind that this day would come. And that hurt more than he knows.My pinky finger suddenly twitched as I stared at them so perfect together. It might be my insecurities talking but as I look at Brad, protectively standing beside Stella, he would no doubt make a perfect husband and a father. And if I just have half the guts other women who caught their man cheating have, the mal

It had been two days, and I’m not done crying over him. Yes, I cried. And for the past two days, all I did aside from crying was stupidly scan and stare at our photos when we’re still together and reminisce the past that most likely out of my reach. A pathetic way of passing the time, I guess.I know I should’ve tried to crawl out from my room, eat, maybe took a shower, and made peace with the reality that we’re done. But the stupid, still hoping part of me still thinks that he’ll come back to me and have our happily ever after in the end. Again, a pathetic way of passing the time.Eight years. I can’t believe I wasted eight years of my life pining for someone I thought could give me love and stability. For eight years I stupidly gave my trust and loyalty to him, investing my time in our relationship.All my life all I wanted was someone to see me. The

There are moments in the past that all I wanted to do was run, to escape, and never look back. But I held on. I had Brad with me. And besides the young and naïve part of me always thought that he’s more than enough reason for me to stay. I won’t deny that at an early stage of our relationship I become too dependent on him that  I thought I couldn't live without him in my life. Those days were over now. Brad left me without any warning or explanation. But the thing was, it’s more than that, and though it’s not as complicated as people around me thought it would be, the destruction of his leaving wrecked me apart. My confidence level hit the bottom level while my insecurity level reached its peak.What he did to me is more painful than being abandoned and left behind. It’s the thought that despite everything we’ve been through together I am still not worth an explanation.Now, while looking at the man I was supposed t

When I awoke, the sun was already peaking on the horizon. I lazily stretched out on the softness of the bed, face pointed toward the luxury hanging on the ceiling with a look of utter contentment on my face. I smiled to myself as the warm feeling and contentment settled within me. I’m lucky I’m not one of those people who got an ugly hungover after drinking too much. I know it’s way better than I deserve after that binge drinking. Though I think it was life’s gift for me. And, I regret nothing. Now that I think about it, it’s a long way coming. After I went into a coma for alcohol poisoning and lost my memory on the same night. I never drink anymore least look at the whole aisle of them in a grocery store. And Brad leaving me put it perfectly into an occasion to get wasted. Hello, freedom. A voice in my head purred. I smiled despite the fact it’s Brad and Stella’s wedding in a week,