She somehow managed to drag her heavy feet to her front door. Only an hour had passed and school would start in a few minutes.
If she had the heart to go.
Her gaze, hazy from the teardrops edging on the corners of her eyelids, lingered on her doorknob. The walk back home was a complete blur. Elizabetha couldn't think about anything, but...
"He broke up with me..." Saying it out loud was like the key to the floodgates.
Before long, tears were gushing down her cheeks, and she groaned loudly, leaning on the front door before her knees had the chance to give out.
She gave up on standing strong and fell to her feet, wrapping her arms across her bawling face. Her chest felt tight, and there was a dry lump in her throat the size of her fist. Her insides felt as if they were knotted to an anchor. She tried to seal her lips, but the sobs wouldn't stop bubbling out of her. She furiously swiped away at her tears, but they would only be replaced with fresher ones.
Her heart sank, and her spirits fell. She couldn't think of anything else but today's disastrous morning. No matter how hard she tried forgetting, it was as if some higher force would never want her to lose this god-awful feeling.
She clasped a tight hand around her lips, burying her sob into her palm. It was still hard to swallow. She still didn't want to believe it.
And she wanted nothing more than to run to her room and sacrifice her spirit to her bed pillow.
Fumbling with her key, she eventually managed to unlatch the lock and open her door before sulking into her dark hallway. The atmosphere fit her gloomy mood perfectly; it felt dark, oppressive, and unreachable. She was almost in relief to be out of the cheery, morning sunlight. The only thought in her mind was to slip out of her shoes and sulk on the ground like a child before drowning in a pool of her own tears.
As she shut the door, the familiar pitter-patter of footsteps echoed down the hall.
"She's here! She's back!!" An unfamiliar voice barked in accompaniment of the excited pitter-patter.
Elizabetha froze on spot, fear gluing her to the floor as she stared down the hallway where the thumps crescendo closer. Her heart stopped momentarily, only to come back with a vengeance and crash heavily against her ribs, threatening to break them. Who was in her house? What would she do? Her feet felt stuck to the ground, keeping her from doing more than staring down the hallway where the thundering footsteps grew louder.
The footsteps grew, finally rounding the corner. And there, stumbling clumsily, stood a panting young man in his proud, naked glory.
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