She managed not to look hurt when in fact every bit of her was shattered into pieces. She stared at him, trying really hard not to let tears well up in her eyes. She smiled at him--a smile that did not reach her eyes. She just could not make this man love her back. She should have accepted that fact long time ago, she should have given him up. But then, she did not. She did not because she made herself believe that maybe, just maybe, he would learn to love her, and that there was still a chance for the two of them. She sighed and winced inwardly with the very thought of losing a battle, which in the first place was hopeless case.
So here she was--in front of the man whom she had loved for the last six years or so, the man she chased all those years, the man who did nothing but hurt her and make her suffer, the man she loved, still loves, despite all that--hurt and defeated.
She tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders. She just knew for a fact that now was the right time to stop all her madness and false hopes. It was the right time to give up on him. It was a hopeless battle; there was no chance that this man would ever love her one a bit. She must accept her defeat. She had done her part, and yet nothing happened--nothing good happened.
She spoke words of goodbye. In her voice, emotions were void and undetected.
With her last resolve, she turned her back and walked away, fighting the urge to look back.
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