It's that pain you feel when you see him smile, but you know that smile is not for you. That feeling you get when all you can do is pretend to be happy when you know you can't. That pain in your chest when you see him look at somebody else, and all you wish was that it was you instead.
Had she been crazy for standing through it all?
Should she have hid away when she knew her heart couldn't take it anymore? When she knew her smile was all an image that she learned too well to fake, when she knew that her hands trembled every time she heard his voice, should she have run away? Just run away from it all?
But in truth she knew it wasn't because she was trying to be strong, trying to act like it didn't affect her. It was cause she was weak. Weak to do anything to save herself. Instead she just let herself be hurt.
Hurt from him.
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