I had no idea I was crying till a lone tear fell on the note in my hands.

Then, a soft laugh slipped out of my lips.

I must be mad for crying for the piece of paper he sent.

What did he think this would do?

It did nothing but reopen old wounds!

Rage filled me, and I held the paper right before my eyes, picking up the envelope alongside.

The loud sound of the paper tearing into two echoed loudly in the silent ...