She turned around and hurried away, shoving her hands in her pockets to control her fidgeting fingers. Her face was burning red, but she couldn’t – wouldn’t – let him see it.
“It will be OK, it’s better this way” she told herself. She repeated this mantra over and over, trying to convince herself of its truth.
It didn’t feel right. The conversation had taken a turn when he confessed his true feelings for her, but it felt like a put-on. None of it felt real, and she was forced to admit to herself that it was time to end it.
“I don’t know how to make this work anymore”. That was the last thing she was able to speak out loud before she choked on her tears and turned away from him.
It was going to be okay after all, but it would take some time for her to see it that way. What she needed at that point was a hug from her best girlfriend, a tall glass of wine, and some space to figure out who she was again. She would be whole someday. And it would be better than it ever was.