My vision blurs behind the tears I’ve been holding back for so long, but now, I let them fall. Hot and fat, they roll down my cheeks in a mix of frustration and heartache, and I know, I just know, that now I’ve started, I won’t be able to stop. I’m as mad myself as I am at him. I can’t stay, Rory. He’d warned me, more than once, that he’d leave.
