It's so simple, if he wants Kimberly who am I to stop the mighty Austin. It will surely hurt a lot but nothing beats the fact I caught him kissing her. I hate him so much. They were all right and I was stupid in love, blind to the inscriptions boldly written in front of me. Every time he tries to talk to me all I see is him kissing Kimberly. She must be proud of her result. I hate myself for loving him. Tears roll down my eyes to my pillow. I want to hurt him for hurting me. For him to feel the pains I'm feeling right now. ‘Listen to him, listen to him.’ His plea echo in my head. When I was ready to do that he shut me out and now he wants me to listen to him. I dry my face not ready for another migraine. He has approached me on several occasions and each time I refuse his audience. Let me
