AN: Here’s my second drabble. Just really sad. Defiantly no butterflies here. Well here you go!

Forgotten

I always knew I would never be good enough. How dare he fool my complexly naïve mind to into believing such fallacies! How could HE, who was lower then the lowest scum of the earth, even be allowed to speak to me with false intentions? But the more important question…how could I have been so completely clueless to fall for it?

I stared straight ahead, paying no mind to the rain that seemed to pick up speed with every second, pouring around me. My thoughts couldn’t center around the fact that my mascara was running in pathetic lines down the side of my face and I looked like a piece of gum that had been chewed up and spit back out then shoved violently under the forgotten crevasse of a coffee shop table.

Forgotten. He would forget about me. He went from the guy who I thought I would be with forever, to the guy who can’t seem to recall your name at the 20 year reunion.

I collapsed to my knees as I recalled all the lies he’d ever spoken to me. I love you. I’ll never leave you. You mean more to me then anyone. All mere stems off the base lie. I wasn’t good enough.

During the time I was with him, I could look in the mirror and see a beautiful girl. The way he kissed me every day made me believe I was genuinely something. Now, I was nothing. The image of her straight blonde hair and her gorgeous baby blues invaded my thoughts entirely as I tried to match them against my plain brown hair and eyes. Unable to see why he’d even bothered with me in the first place.

Finally, I gave up on wondering why and just wrapped my arms around my waist and cried.