It hurt even to breathe.
She was clutching her chest as she sat at her seat, her eyes darting around her room, wondering what was wrong with her. Everyone else seemed to be fine but she didn’t understand why. Her chest hurt and she felt dizzy.
What was this feeling? She hated it. She hated the fact that her heart was racing hand her breathing was ragged as if she’d just run the mile. Her hands were shaking and the phone tumbled from her fingers.
No one seemed to notice, nor care as the phone fell to the ground and bounced slightly on the dirty old carpet.
Was this how it felt… to be heartbroken?
She hated the feeling. She wanted it gone. But how? How did one get rid of this feeling? Her mentor had once told her to ground herself. To push out all of the pain and replace it with energy. But that didn’t seem to work at all this time. She struggled to push it out and it only brought tears.
The other girl grabbed her bag, not even acknowledging the girl she had just brought to tears as she joined the boys as they left the room.
She looked to her feet, scooping up her phone numbly as well as her bag before shuffling out.
If love hurt this much, she didn’t want to love.