~There are wounds that never show on
the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
-Laurell K. Hamilton

I walked out of the room. I'm afraid that I won't ever step foot in ever gain. It was full of good memories, but just one bad one, and it aches my whole body by thinking about a few hours ago.

Vincent did this to me. He wanted to see me this hurt. He wanted me to crumble. He broke me bit by bit, but he still insisted on something I wouldn't give him. This marriage was nothing more than a contract. These papers were useless to me.

I held the divorce papers tight in my hand and if I'd held them tighter then they would be in a ball. I slammed them hard on the desk, breaking him from the trance he was in. My presence was either unnoticed by him when I stepped inside his office or he was expecting me to bring him the papers.

"I won't accept any money from you, nor will I sign these papers. Remember this wasn't all real. It was all an act. Remember." I smiled at him, not giving away any sort of sadness. Deep down, I felt a bond between us like we had known each other for a long time. My life had turned upside down but for the better within the last four months.

"We had a deal Laura-" I cut him short by yelling "No Mr. Johnson, you made this deal and the rules. Remember your words. I had no choice. You threatened the lives of my friend and her mother. Their lives were on the line and I wasn't going to be blamed for it, but did you give me an option?" The tears welled up in my eyes but I let them fall, but not of sadness but of anger pulsing through my veins. I waited for his reply, but there wasn't any, "Answer me!" I gritted out, slamming my fist against the table.

"Laura please." He pleaded with his hand to come into contact with my face, but I stepped back, hating the touch of his hands on me. "Don't ever touch me, don't ever put your filthy hands on me." I spat. The anger that I had once felt towards him resurfaced, and I thought back on how I hated him so much that I wanted to kill him for making me live with him, for having to buy me.

"You said you didn't want to get involved with me, that one of us would get hurt and how you couldn't bear it. Well, that just isn't the case with people who live their lives separately. I got hurt. It's not reasonable how I got hurt, but I did. All the time, no matter how cautious I was, you managed to break me. You came along and did it for no stupid reason."

"I told you didn't I? That nothing could ever happen between us."

"Then what did you call us? What was the need to make me feel I deserved the world, but went ahead and stabbed me in the back?" Do you know the feeling when your heart is so hurt, that you can feel the blood trickling? That's how I feel right now, like I've been stabbed over and over again.

"I had to make you believe that I started to have feelings for you. If I didn't, then everything would have failed." I shook my head in disbelief of his words and a small chuckle escaped my lips at how stupid I must look by crying in front of him.

"I hate you." I winced at how murderous he spat those words in my face.

"And I hate you too. You took everything away from me and I mean everything." I grinned at her standing up circling her, "What do you hate me for Laura? Because I was asking for a divorce, it wasn't really getting through. What we had was nothing, it wasn't real any of it. Why is it even hurting you so much!" I love you. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. He doesn't deserve anything, not even these simple words.

"I took care of you, I didn't cheat and I was great to you-"

"That wasn't enough. All I wanted was your time. All I wanted was for you to love me, but like you said, it was an act." It pains me to know I've given him everything I had, myself. That was the only thing I had and he took me and

"Thank you," he finally said. He couldn't say he meant thanks for all of it: the trust, the honesty, and the love I gave him. Hopefully, one day he'll figure out that I loved him. "You were amazing"

"Is that all?" I whispered Vincent closed his eyes. "I'm afraid that's all there is."

When the last word left his lips, I walked out, slamming the door behind me, not even sparing him a glance.

Normally I wouldn't enjoy walking, but I felt like walking as the rain drizzled. The rain meant coolness, dampness, and lightning. To me, it means danger: the threat of getting a cold or a chill, the threat of getting killed. But today I went for a walk while it was spitting and I felt myself getting calmer but sadder at the thought of everything. "He broke my heart, and now it's raining just to rub it in...." I murmured to myself.

There was no one to be seen while I kept walking down the streets. I knew the road quite well. I traveled back and forth to Vincent's home. When I came to realize this road was deserted, I gave into my sobs as I walked to Tina's apartment. I pressed my arms against my stomach, feeling the bile rush up to my throat.

The air was cool and damp as I made my way down the street. The rain hit me gently, covering my eyes with tiny droplets and darkening my suitcase with water stains.

I walked from his house, which was four hours and forty-five minutes in total. I felt numb all over. I couldn't feel my legs. To top it off, I was walking in the rain, dragging my suitcase along with me. Rain made me feel less alone, but it truly meant I was still alone. Broken.

I waited outside the door, shivering. I stood still when the door opened. I couldn't bring myself to move until she spoke, resting her hands upon my shoulders, "You okay?" I nodded and walked towards my old room, dropping my suitcase on the floor and making my way into the living room. She sat on the couch watching me. I could feel her eyes trained on the back of my head, but I ignored her looking down at the frame in my hand. I was so happy. What went wrong? What happened in just three days?

I stayed here for three days and went back only to be hit by a divorce. I couldn't be the cause of it. I opened the window. The wind blew a cool breeze against my skin. I shivered and wiped away my tears that soaked my cheeks.

I looked out the window. The sky was tar-black and the expansive clouds were moving towards me. I listened to a tapping on the window and after that, it became a pitter-patter. People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their globules of water. Puddles started plinking as the rainfall got heavier. The rooftops of the cars moved in the rain and I could hear the mumbling of the rain through the window. It sounded like a buzzing irate bee.

I threw the framed picture of us together out the window just to hear my heartbroken. The rain was pouring and I was drenched and shivering from the cold, but I couldn't move from the window. I was too far from this world to even realize that Tina had stood beside me. "Are you well?" "No," I tell her, my voice hoarse. "I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know...I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone love someone else again."

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it?" I whispered, of course, Tina had been in love. It scared her, but she managed to get over it with Mason's help. He was my first love, to begin with, and it hurt so badly. "It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart it-" My voice crackles.

"It means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. That there's no way out until that person or someone who's stronger than the one you love fixes it." Tina finished it and I could hear the sadness in her voice.

"How can someone just tell you that you mean the world to them?" I pleaded with Tina, but probably with good reason. "How can someone tell you that yesterday and then tell you to leave? You mean nothing to them. It's not fair! Tell me?" Tears began to fill my eyes and cloud my vision. There was so much sadness in me. It was like a black hole, swallowing me up from the inside. It was an intense form of sadness that I had never felt before.

"I feel the same way," she whispered before falling into heart-wrenching sobs, the same sobs that had been haunting me for months when her fiance left her.

"He did something to me, that man. Every time. It's his only detriment. He stepped on my heart. He makes me cry. He broke me." Tina turned me to face her and I could see the sadness written all over her face. "Was it hard?" She asked. "Letting go? Not as hard as holding onto something that wasn't real. Yeah, it was hard." Some of the time, life encompasses a pitless sense of humor, giving you the thing you continuously needed at the most exceedingly bad time possibly.

"I made such a fool out of myself," I lamented. "Love does not make you a fool."

"He didn't love me back" "That does not make you a fool, either he's a fool to not have fallen in love, that's his loss."

"Just tell me..." My voice cracked. "When does it stop hurting?"

"Sometimes never." I gave a simple nod before heading inside my old room. This is not something anyone can teach you, the heartbreak you must learn it on your own. Travel down the path and experience everything there is to learn.

I blinked away my tears and peeled off my wet clothes.

The water pours down, it trickles by my side, as my mind blurs into bluntness and everything could be a foggy figment. The sensation of the hot water calms me; it takes my mind off things. All the things I'm starting to not care about. I....crouched down until the water turned lukewarm to ice cold. "It hurts so bad, it hurts." I hit the bathroom till my hands felt numb. "I can't, I can't!" A sob wracked my body when I felt my body shaking uncontrollably.

I stepped out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around my body. I had a look in the mirror and stared at my reflection. My eyes were puffy from all the crying, my wet hair stuck to my face, making me look like a wet dog. So much for being happy.

I sighed and made my way back into the bedroom. There was a set of clothes on the bed. Tina must have been here. There was a lingering smell of his cologne in the air that brought tears to my eyes. I bit down hard on my lips and swallowed the lump that formed in my throat.

Slipping on my undergarments and my clothes, I felt as though I was being watched, but either way, I must be paranoid to believe so. I slumped into bed, leaning backward, placing my head in my hands and sobbing. My body shook with vibrantly huge sobs racking my body, each in a wave and with every sob, I let out a low whimper. "I can't do this without you. Why would you do this to me? To us, you were the only person that I felt wanted by, so why?" I whispered to myself.

I felt arms wrapped around me, but I had no energy in me to move. My body felt numb. I sniffled and tried to move, but the person kept me in place. The scent hit me and in a second I knew it was him. "Please let me hold you for the last time." I heard it again, the sound of regret. "I'm sorry. Please just give me time." He sniffed, holding me even tighter.

I sighed and succumbed to sleep. I might have been paranoid when I heard the words 'I love you.'