Kirsty's eyes weared when she entered the clinic the next day. She tried to hide the darkness under her eyes with concealer. She had been crying all night. It was early in the morning when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, she suddenly burst into tears again when she saw Dylan's house.
She wasn't really good at dealing with heartbreak. So, she didn't want to be hurt because her heart was crying along with her eyes. But her heart was crying blood because of the pain she felt.
Despite feeling bad, she forced herself to work. She needed to work for her unborn child. She didn't think Dylan would support the child.
When she got out, she felt heavy as she walked out of the clinic. She felt so down and depressed. She shouldn't feel this way because it would affect her baby, but she couldn't help but be depressed.
She was brokenhearted. She was depressed.
'Good God, help me survive this. I can do this.'