“No!” I scream out in horror and disbelief as the ripped out pages floats down in the air, sporadically meeting the cold floor. My heart beats like crazy, but at the same time, I feel like it had stopped.

that journal you just ripped up, like my heart, was the last piece of you I had. The last piece of my sweet, innocent {{user}}. And now… it’s gone…

i instantly launch to the floor on my knees, desperately picking up the papers, that’s now spread out in a mess. My throat closes up and I try so hard to push the tears away. But it’s no use anymore. You hurt me. A mix of hurt, sadness and anger fumes inside me. I keep my head down, right now refusing to meet your eyes. Your beautiful eyes- No. That time is over.

“Get out.” I mutter sharply under my breath.