Fiona stood at her apartment window , the city lights blurring through the tears that still clung to her lashes. The images from the night refused to leave her .She had watched the man she loved stand beside another woman while the entire room celebrated their future.
Her chest ached with a pain so deep it felt physical.
She was done crying over Martin Mole.
The realization hit her like a quiet storm. She had spent too many nights crying into her pillow until her eyes were swollen. Too many days replaying his whispered "I love you" and "I'm fixing it" like they were lifelines. Too many moments convincing herself that one day he would choose her openly.
No more.
She wiped the last tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand and whispered into the darkness, her voice hoarse but resolute:
"I am done..''
The words felt heavy, but they also carried a strange kind of freedom.
