I facepalmed myself then raked my hands through my hair.
What the hell did I do?
She was right.
She was telling the truth.
And I didn't believe her.
She was crying. She begged and pled for me to believe her but I didn't. All along, I thought that she broke my heart with her lies when I was the one who broke hers with my cruelty. I should have believed her, but instead, I looked at the pictures that my mother had and doubted her.
And now she's gone because I've hurt her and I kicked her out of my house.
She was crying and begging me to believe her and I didn't.
I sighed.
I still remember the tears in her eyes as she pled with me and I blocked her out. I didn't trust her enough to believe her and now it's coming back to haunt me.
I placed my head in my hand and started to cry.
I lost her.
I lost the only girl I've ever truly loved or loved for that matter.
And the worst thing about it is that she loved me too. I was too blind to see that and now she's gone and I have no idea