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And she couldn’t find a word to describe it.

The pain.

She was hurting.

She could feel her heartstrings snapping at the seams from the pulling.

...And she couldn’t find one simple word to describe it.

Her pain.

The aching.

She could hear him,

Laughing louder than necessary

Fucking her harder than necessary

and being more,

…More than necessary with some other girl who wasn’t any better than her,

Or prettier

Yet who she instantly felt less than.

He knew he was breaking her down.

And she couldn’t describe it.

The missing of someone who had treated her like an unwanted toy,

Her pain.

Her never ceasing to exist pain.

Was this what drowning felt like?

She wondered if this was her karma for something she had done once upon a time in her life.

Before she moved to the city that seemed to never sleep,

And before she knew aaroz con gandules was a dish and not a word.

Fuck.

She never had a chance.

This was heartbreak.

Undeniable, and unrelenting

Heartbreak.

                                   -Shelby