~Amanda's POV
I sat on the edge of my bed, my hands shaking, my vision blurred with tears. Every word Aaron had said earlier replayed in my mind, sharper and more painful than I had thought possible. "I don't love you." Those words cut through me like knives, leaving deep, invisible scars that I didn't think would ever heal. My chest felt tight, suffocating, and I couldn't stop the sobs that racked my body.
I started pacing the room, my bare feet scraping against the floor, and then I began throwing things across the room, my anger and frustration spilling over. Papers, clothes, ornaments, I didn't care what I hit or broke. "Why wasn't I enough for him?" I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls. "Why did he refuse to choose me? After everything, why?" My heart felt heavy with betrayal and humiliation, and I didn't even notice the scratches on my arms from tossing things carelessly.
