THIRTY FEET APART
LENA’S POINT OF VIEW
It’s been a week I haven’t meet Maia since the last time I met her at the restroom and she blamed me for everything. I’m not hurting people, I didn’t hurt that woman, everything happened it just an incident. My team and I didn’t mean to break that woman’s arm or hurt her, she was about to jump but she stumbled. I am so sad because Maia blamed everything on me, she doesn’t even know what I’ve been through when she leaves me, she have no fucking idea.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a woman I loved were happy with someone else. Once someone’s hurt you, it’s harder to stay around them, harder to think of them as safe to love, but it doesn’t stop you from wanting them. Maia stabbed my heart then yelled at me to stop bleeding. She’s my ex now, but there was a time when every part of mine belongs to her. She was the only woman I wished to grow old, whom I wanted to give all happiness.