Here in this Sorrow

Jenny Haggerdy

I don’t know what happened. Tim broke up with me today. We were fighting about something, everything, nothing important. It was a typical fight, like so many we’ve had before. I thought we would be making up and everything, and out of nowhere he just said, “It’s over!” and walked away. I don’t even know what was wrong. He didn’t seem that mad before. Oh God, what did I do?

All I can think about is Tim. I should have gone home. Why did this happen? I look like hell from crying. It’s been three hours and twenty five minutes that we’ve been apart. I told him I loved him. Was it because I wouldn’t sleep with him? I miss him so much. We both have lunch this period, and I don’t want to go. My face is already swollen and red. I’ll just go to the library instead.

I stumble through the hall to the library at the other end. I’m going through the crowds of horrible, happy people. A few stop to ask me what’s wrong, but I just keep walking. I hate them. I want them to be like me. I am the Queen of Misery and I want them all to be my subjects. Brenda Cox, die. Michaeline Daniels, die. Alex Brown, die. Everybody die.

When I get to the library, I see why he left me.

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