''… and I don't think we'll be seeing ourselves like this anymore. I'm really sorry Diana. ''
His words left his lips as though it was nothing_ so casually. Does he know how much she had nursed that feeling? How would he dash her seven year-long crush with just a few words?
Diana watched him stand and walk away without even glancing back at her. She sat still on the chair, tears clouding her gaze. She didn't know how long she sat there, gazing blankly at the spot he just sat on until the waiter came to tell her they were about to close.
She didn't know how she went home that day, all she knew that she locked herself up in her room for days, refusing to leave.
Every other day since that day became like a nightmare. Before then, she had continued living because she had a cause to live for, but now that her only source of joy had been taken away, what more should she struggle for?
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