The words slice through my chest, like a spell capable of hurting you from the inside without having to do it physically.

They smile at each other.

The glass in my grip shatters, the sharp pieces of glass sinking into my palm but the physical pain was nothing in front of what I just heard.

He doesn't look back at me.

Not once.

The cheers grow loud. Music blasts loudly as I leave the stool and walk towards the door, unable to see his face any longer. The way he smiled at her, had it ...