SIENNAIt had been a few days since the rejection, and it still hurts just the same. Anytime I thought about it, my heart squeezed against my chest painfully like someone had shoved their hands in it and was pressing onto the organ. But I guess that’s what he did, just not literally. Even without getting to know my heart, he ripped it out and stomped all over it. I thought that as the days went by, I’d feel a lot better but I didn’t. Not even in the slightest. I still felt terrible and I bet that even my looks were just it – terrible. Eating became a problem too, and I found myself gradually emaciating as the days went by. I could say that whatever connection it was that we had, had started to die out, but I hated that the feeling of hurt didn’t die with it. There were things I wanted to do, the usual I did. But what can you do when you lack the motivation to move a fraction. The mind should be the first thing to move before the body did. I heard a knock on the door to the room I w
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