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She burst into tears when the door shut close. She got into a fetal position and held herself close as she cried everything out. What had she done? What came over her?

He didn't love her.

He thought she was damaged.

He broke her heart and left her with the pieces.

After half an hour of crying, her eyes felt sore and her mouth was dry. She got up and wore some pyjama pants and a zip-up jersey. She caught her reflection in the mirror and cringed at who she became in the span of a few minutes.

She hated herself.

For a minute, she saw what Max was talking about. She was broken. She was damaged.

She just numbed it thinking that if she ignored it long enough, she'd be okay. But he was her crutch all along. And the moment he slipped through her fingers, she crumbled. He was the pillar holding her up. When he removed himself, her entire foundation quaked and collapsed.