Heartstrings
It's been fifteen minutes since she locked her gaze on a couple of mockingbirds playing outside her window. Lost in thought, Cassidy wondered about her life choices.
Something that made her feel stupid, because why was she in that pathetic, mental state over a guy? Men didn't deserve so much of her despair and she knew that, yet there she was, sulking about a red cheek and a broken heart.
She sighed, finally taking her eyes off the birds, now flying high up in the sky.
This was her fault for not paying attention. No, even worse: for ignoring her brains. She knew he was a flirt, only looking for some fun. She let herself into his lies of being a guy that's actually trying to find the one. How stupid.