Amelia quickly grabbed her clothes from the floor, picking up each piece as if it was a piece of her heart that she could not leave behind. Then, she quickly ran to the bathroom, dressed up, fixed her hair, and washed her face of any traces of last night.
She would have taken a shower, but that would mean staying in this place a minute longer than necessary. A few minutes later, she was ready to bolt through the door, leave everything behind, take the walk of shame and never look back.
"You deserve better." She mumbled like a mantra that she would not stop saying until her mind and heart agreed that she was better off without him.
However, she caught her reflection in the mirror, her crumpled clothes from last night, her barely fixed hair, and her face bare of any makeup. She looked like a woman who had suffered enough.
