Darling, you'll be okay

I tried to breathe. I couldn't help but cry in agony as I crumbled onto his couch.

He looked like it caused him physical pain to see me upset. "Lena, please, just listen to me. It's not what you think. I can explain."

I looked up at him. Into his eyes. Those magnificent eyes. They seemed so sincere. I wanted to believe him. But I also didn't want to be naive and get my heart broken. "I'm listening," I said breathily.

He took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Her name was Katrina. I dated her about a year ago..." He paused. He choked over some of his words. This seemed difficult for him. Was he not over her?

"The way things ended, they just didn't end like I wanted them to," he started to cry. He wasn't over her!

"So you kept a letter from her?! I knew it. I'm not good enough!" I cried.

"Wait," he said. "It's not that at all! Just please listen to what else I have to say."

He paused. "Her and I were together for a little over a year. We were becoming serious..."

I breathed heavily in anguish, not sure where he was going with this.

"We never really broke up... We didn't want to," that was the last straw. He was only with me because she wasn't around. She was probably waiting for him in his home town.

I jumped up. "Bye Tristan!"

I guess this was motivation for him to spit out the truth.

"Katrina died of cancer, okay?! I keep her letter because it's all I have left. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid."

I froze where I was.

Holy fuck.

I am the biggest asshole ever.

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