"You can't change what has already happened, so don't waste your time thinking about it. Move on, let go and get over it."

-Unknown

The walk home was silent. A blizzard was coming so that would make sense. Only someone as crazy as you would do so. You pulled your hood further down and lifted your scarf so it covered your mouth and nose.

Though, something felt wrong. So, you rushed home. It was silent yet again, was he asleep? The stairs creaked under your weight as you went to your room.

But murmurs soon were heard. But you thought nothing about it, you trusted him.

Though, when you opened the door..., the tears couldn't keep themselves in at the scene.

He was there, half-naked, looming over another female. Time stopped ticking.

He turned his head this see you. The tears just wouldn't stop falling. The female just covered herself with the sheets and stared questioningly.

"Sweetheart, who's that? You never told me you had a maid...," she started. The tears came to a halt as anger consumed you. It didn't matter now. Nothing mattered. You just wanted to scream out into the world.

"And why's she so rude, barging in like that?" He just kept quiet. You basically ripped the door off of its hinges and threw it into the hallway.

"Get out of my house. Now." You calmly said. Thought the anger was visible in your tone.

"Look, I'm sorry, I--," he said but was cut off.

You threw a knife, it hit precisely the wall beside him. "This property is under my name, therefore it's mine, and I demand that you get out. Now."

The both of them scrambled up and put on their clothes. But stopped in front of the door.

"You don't expect us to actually go out in the storm like this, right?" He asked, wanting to get the least bit of sympathy from you. Yes. Yes you did.

"No, but you are anyways." You were right behind them in a second. The door flung open and you shoved them out. Slamming the door in their faces.

You didn't care what happened to them. Not anymore. You went to lock the door then went to your room.

You didn't want to go to your bed, it was probably filled with filth from those two. But you felt lazy, but it was probably filled with filth, but you felt lazy, but it was probably filled with filth, but you were too lazy, but it was probably filled with filth.

In the end, you just threw away the sheets and laid on the mattress. You unwrapped the pillow and bolster covers and used them bare. It was weird, for one, but it was better then sitting on the floor.

At least you had your friends right? And if they leave then you still have your books...

But that didn't stop the pain. It hurt to know that your relationship was built on lies. You didn't want to know the details. Of how long he's been doing it or why or who he was doing it with. You couldn't care less about it.

But that was that. He'd decided to have another, but you were he one who didn't want that. So you left, you bet that he probably wouldn't even care.

Besides, the only reason you started dating him was out of pity. Nobody liked him that time. But you had grown feelings for him. And though they were now crushed, it didn't matter.

Because in the end, who you were with wouldn't matter.

Because in the end, not a thing that anyone thought of you would matter.

Because when you're dead, no one can say anything about you with you caring.

But when would that time come? When?

The pain numbed. You were used to these kinds of pain, and the tears stopped falling. He'd just helped numb the pain to you more.

So you got up and put all the covers and sheets into the laundry.

So you got up and started doing things again.

So you got up and did other things.

You went outside for a walk. Your eyes weren't red or puffy, not anymore. Holding on to such bitterness will only ruin you. You had to let go.

And as the more sadistic side of you appeared, happiness started to vanish little by little.

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