The simple term mess was not enough to describe the emotional turmoil that Saveli was in. For years now she had convinced herself that her heart was healed. She had a family she loved with the man of her dreams, Gabriel’s holes didn’t exist. But she was wrong, so desperately wrong. Every time he’d punctured her heart she’d taped it up without fixing the issues he’d left behind. He was practically family, and like most others he had abandoned her leaving wounds that silence and hardening would never fix.
Saveli took a seat in the shed, looking around at every memory she’d ever made. Alone. With Roo. With Gabe. For nearly five whole minutes the blonde just cried, leaned against her father for support. When finally she could catch her breath, she spoke. “He was the groom.” She said. And that was not what broke her heart. She couldn’t care less if he had found his long lost twin and was rich on a ya jt - what hurt her was that she felt so helpless in his presence, weak to the fact he was the only person who had been able to break her so easily. “I thought if I ever saw him again I would rub everything in his face. That I was doing so well. Despite him never writing me. Despite every nasty thing he ever said to me. Despite the day when you came home and he left and I was a pile of rags on the kitchen floor because just seeing him made me afraid of someone leaving again. I thought I would rub in his face that I never needed him.” The tears still fled her silver eyes. “But I saw him and I... I suddenly couldn’t breath. And I felt like my chest...”
“Why am I not over this?” She asked herself more than anyone, so afraid to admit that maybe he’d broken her too much. Maybe she wasn’t repairable n
