Hate That I Still Love You

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the plans Scott and I made, the future we envisioned together, and how Katrina had been there, smiling and encouraging. Was she plotting eve

"I trusted you both so completely," I speak into the void, my words washed away by the relentle

fists, my nails digging into my palms, the physical pain a mere echo of the emotional torment. "You are heartless, both of you!" I scream into the

ow tainted, corrupted by the truth of their betrayal. I curse them, curse their deceit, and curse myself for being so naive. As I walk, each step takes m

ing left but to rebuild, to try to find a way forward through this maze of pain and betrayal. But even as I ponder this, I

as lost, not just in the city, but within myself. The woman who had once had dreams, hopes, a f

by betrayal, and though the path forward is obscured by the downpour and my clouded tears, I know I must continue. For even thr

g my skin, each one a sharp reminder of the cruel reality that now engulfs me. My heart feels as though it's being squeezed tight, each throb a pulse of excruciating pai

s supposed to marry, has discarded me as if our years together meant nothing. And Katrina, my closest friend, my confidante-how could she

othing but emptiness. A chill seeps into my bones, yet it's nothing compared to the coldness I feel inside. I can barely recall leaving the villa, my

pound in my head, relentless and unforgiving. No answers come, only more pain, more confusion. I'm lost in a to

mpared to the agony that wracks my soul. I should be scared, walking alone in the middle of the road in such vulnerable condition

y tear-filled eyes. I don't flinch, even as they honk, even as the bright lights momentarily blind me. W

home, the plans we made-all lies, all shams. "How could you throw us away?" I scream into the rai

om the cold, but from the sheer force of my sobs. The despair is overwhelming, a physical pain that demands to be fel

h step is mechanical, a forced movement away from a life that no longer exists. I don't know where I'm going, a

l in icy despair. My thoughts are scattered, frayed at the edges, as the harsh reality of betrayal and abandonment consumes me. Inside, a storm rages-a tumultuous clash of heartbreak and humiliat

churn inside me, a whirlpool of doubt and self-reproach. I gave my heart, my trust, my future to Scott, and in return, he handed me ruin without a second thought. K

ody protests each movement. But what does it matter? Pain is my constant companion now, the only thing that feels real in

from the overwhelming fatigue and the bone-deep cold that has taken hold of me. I'm dizzy, disoriented, bu

ipping away, of escaping the agony, is tantalizing. The idea of never having to face another day filled with memorie

letting go completely, succumbing to the darkness that beckons. I'm so tired-tired of crying, tired of hurt

es, letting the rain beat down on my face, mixing with my tears. "Is this what rock bottom feels like

my consciousness slips, the last thought I cling to is a hope-a dark, desperate hope-that I won't wake up, that I'll be freed from this torm