Torment

She sees him with the new chick. Her mind starts to freeze. She can't stand the sight of it. The love she has for him won't allow her to process what is going on at that very moment. She stops jumping to conclusions. It couldn't be that way. It's just her mind playing tricks on her. He kisses the girl on the lips. She starts to lose control of her senses. How could he move on so fast? We're not over yet. We are not apart. The reality that she is single for what is now months has not hit her yet. This can't be true. He loves me still is what she tells herself as the couple walks even further away. Her heart starts to make its way to the pit of her stomach. The pain that she is feeling cannot be matched with a bullet to the chest. She walks away, thinking her heart had let go of him but knows that he still has possession over the one thing she thought she wanted to herself. Love still is there, but she can't seem to grasp that hers is invested in something that is not there anymore. She feels tortured. She feels betrayed. She feels happy for him. She feels mad at him. Jealousy is beneath what she feels towards that sight of affection that she lacked. Wishing she still had him, she walks away feeling defeated. In her world, she has just walked out of the eye of the storm and is now entering what could be hell. Fate could not have brought her this low. Only her thoughts are there with her as she cries herself into the slumber she desired.