Chapter 52 War of heart (Genevieve).

She walked through the hallways and his scent was still there. She even slept on his bed all night. His clothes were still in his closet, he didn't take any with him. It was like he wanted to leave everything and forget everything that had to do with Los Angeles. 

Tears flowed down her cheeks nonstop even if she had cried all night. She couldn't help it. She was broken. She had to watch the love of her life leave right in front of her. She stopped walking, she couldn't take it anymore. She tried moving close to the wall for support as she clung to her chest. He had shattered her all over again and there's nothing she can do about it. Even if she was to give him her heart again, she would gladly do it. She would give her heart to him even if it were a million times.

No matter how she tried not to, she can't help but want him, she can't help but love him, she couldn't even stay another day knowing that she didn't know where he was. She felt her life slowly slipping away. She was dying slowly.

How could he do this to her? How could he make her feel helpless? Why would he always hurt her this bad? Why would he make her feel stupid and worthless? Why can't he just see her? Why did she have to cry every single time? Was she that meaningless to him? Would he never be attracted to her? Was there anything she did wrong? 

The tears flowed massively as these thoughts rotated in her head. She started pouring out her pain as her sobs increased. She was losing it. She was going insane. All she felt was anger, frustration, and pain.

"I hate you. I hate you. I hate you". She screamed her lungs out. She couldn't keep it in any longer. She couldn't take the pain in her chest anymore. She couldn't stand not being able to concentrate. She didn't even know what she was living for anymore, she had no reason. He is her only happiness. 

She felt like she was having this terrible nightmare where she is the main character in a war of heart series. She felt like she was in a dark, cold room, all alone.

I am alone.

She kept replaying the last words he said to her as she suddenly felt her body getting weaker and weaker over the seconds. She sat on the floor with her back on the wall. 

All of a sudden, she wanted to vanish. She wanted to completely become invisible. She didn't want to exist anymore. Her eyes strolled to one of the paintings on the wall as she wondered how her life turned out like this. The all feared and highly respected Genevieve Middleton, one of the most appreciated beauties of Los Angeles, one of the most powerful women in the world, is highly honored and she is one of the heartthrobs of all men. Yet when she is with Nicholas, she feels like she is nothing. She feels like a pain in his ass that he is trying to get rid of.

How did I turn out like this?

Why?

Why this endless pain?

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