No-
I was breaking.
I rocked myself slowly, desperately, as if the motion alone could quiet the storm ripping through my chest. I fought the tears, bit them back, swallowed hard... but nothing worked. They still fell. One after another. Hot. Unwelcome. Violent.
I clenched my fist so tightly my knuckles turned white. Then I brought them to my mouth, biting down on them like that would somehow anchor me, soothe the ache, keep me from falling apart completely.
But it did nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Why was I crying again?
Why now?
Why after everything I swore to myself?
I had promised-promised-never to shed another tear over her. I had sworn I was done with pain, done with regrets, done with the past.
Yet here I was.
Falling apart on the floor of my own office.
Crying like a man
