The driver politely ignored me as I sobbed in the backseat all the way to the airport. At one point he handed me a box of tissues and I let it all out until I was one disgusting streaky faced mess.
I didn’t know how I could fix this, and I didn’t know how Gavin would ever forgive me, but I knew I would fight to get him back and I would find a way to make this better.
And I would make Jenny pay for everything she’d done.
Until then I would be broken, damaged, half a girl walking in a world devoid of color, her heart left in the hands of Gavin James.
Until then, I was nothing.