What are we? #1

"Babe, talk to me." He reaches out to touch me but I shrugged his hands off my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I don't feel the same way as you," I said and retreated from him. I do not want this for him and myself.

I had met Cole right after I got my heart shredded into pieces and wickedly served to me on a fancy plate (as if that would mend what had already been broken). Would you believe it if I told you that I thought I was strong? I believed in this stony heart of mine and that no one will come as near to hurting it but it turned out wrong. The universe also did not take it easy on me, it mocked me. Never would I have thought that my so-called LOML would find his LOML this soon. Boy was it heartbreaking.

It was on a Saturday, I had been so busy weaving wools for two weeks that I practically didn't give a care about what goes on in the social world. I was barely online and happy to try out different designs on the piece I was making. It was a sweater for my younger brother. It turned out great and I was elated.

I whistled as I climbed my bed that night oblivious of what was to come. I was referred to Snapchat and the curious me wanted to see a post on Snapchat that day but got the greatest shock ever! Dean who had never smiled so mushy with a lady was grinning like a mischievous wild cat. You'd think he was endorsed and would be paid handsomely to make an advertisement for a new toothpaste brand. I instantly knew something was wrong. Why? How? When? All these went wild in my head, I needed answers but for the most of it, I was hurt.