“I can’t do this anymore, I’m done” he said before silently exiting the phone call.

The world crumbled around me as I found myself caught in an endless storm of emotions. The weight of his words echoed through me without mercy. His words completely shattered the illusion of trust and security I had built around our relationship.

There was no longer strength within me. Sadness and despair consumed my weak body entirely. As I collapsed onto the brick steps, I felt my tears stinging. I knew this painful moment marked the beginning of a downfall I would never recover from.

With trembling hands and a shattered heart, I rushed inside through the back door. There they were… my whole family staring silently at me. As my Nana ran toward my aching body, I could only utter two words through my quivering voice, “he’s gone”.

My body fell straight to the dirty kitchen floor. Despite my Nana’s efforts, I felt no comfort. I was now on my way down a descending path to nothingness. I had just lost everything. There was no light to guide me, and no hope to cling to. There was only a damaging weight of loneliness. No pain I had ever felt could compete with the hurt that now drowned me.

I drowned myself for weeks, I knew the pain would never leave me. I lost my meaning, I lost my purpose. All I had left were the empty and broken promises that only deepened my pain. I suffered for weeks even after he came back and told me he loved me. I suffered for months even after he came back and said he had regrets. Somehow, through all of my doubts, I knew that his slightly saddening words were true…