Throwing Love #5 (The Throwing Love Romance Series - Book #5) by Nella Tyler Page B

he didn't. That was
the part that hurt so much, was that realization. All I wanted in that moment
was try to forget about what happened. I doubted that I would be able to forget
about anything, but I was going to try damn hard to. Bennett had broken my
heart once again, and I wasn't sure how I was going to get over it this time.
But I had to in order to lead a healthy and happy life. I needed to get him out
of my head and out of my heart. He had made his choice, and there didn't seem
to be anything that I could do to change his mind. Now I just needed to move on
and try to forget Bennett as best I could. I wasn't sure how I was going to do
that, but I had to.
    , I went into the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. All my
movements were robotic. I wanted to feel better about what happened and coffee
was at least going to take the headache away. The throbbing in my head only
seemed to be getting worse. I watched the pot for a moment, watching the coffee
spill into it. I couldn't even clear my head. I didn't know what to think, what
to do. I just tried to focus on the coffee and will my headache away. It wasn't
working.
    I went into my bedroom while I waited it to finish brewing.
I flopped onto my bed face-first and started to sob. I felt helpless and
useless. Bennett had made me feel unappreciated and unworthy of his attention.
I couldn't control the tears coming out of me, I just sobbed and sobbed. My
throat was raw and my eyes were becoming puffy. No matter what I tried to do I
couldn't stop crying the tears just kept coming. I should have been empty, but
they just kept coming. My stomach began to churn with all the emotions inside
of me.
    It was then that I heard a voice at my doorway, it wasn't
the voice that I had been waiting for all day, but it was darn sure a close
second. Just the sound of it made me feel so much better.
    “What the hell is going on here?”
    I turned to find Connie standing in my doorway with a
concerned look on her face.

 
    Chapter Three

 
    I flung myself out of my bed and rushed to the doorway to
see Connie. I flung myself into her arms, almost knocking her over. I couldn't
believe she was there. I had never wanted to see anyone more in my entire life.
Yes, I wanted to see Bennett, but Bennett was no longer a part of my life. I
had to accept that. So Connie was who I needed to see, she would know exactly
how to get me through all this. She would help me heal and get over Bennett. I
wanted and needed that to happen as soon as possible. I knew it was unlikely;
those things took time. But I was desperate to get over him. I couldn't be in
this pain forever.
    “Whoa, what's going on here?” She was holding me tight as I
held her back even tighter. The sobs came again, and I sobbed against her
shoulder, not knowing what else to do. I had cried so much that it was crazy to
think that I still had more crying to do. She allowed me to cry in her arms for
as long as I needed. She waited patiently as I cried, not bothering to ask me
what was wrong. She knew that I needed this moment to just cry. She was a great
friend; she was exactly what I needed in that moment. She knew when to stay
silent, and she knew when it was appropriate to start talking. She just let me
cry for as long as I needed. Right now, she was allowing me to get everything
out, right down her shoulder. When I didn't have anything left, I pulled away
from her and stared into her eyes. I felt lost and empty. I had completely
emptied myself of feelings.
    “My eyes are going to be so puffy in the morning,” I
whimpered.
    She laughed. “Well, there's the girl I know and love. Do you
think you got enough tears out or should we keep going?” She was looking at me
softly, concern written all over her face.
    I wiped my eyes on my sleeve. I was in desperate need of a
Kleenex and I walked to the bathroom to find some. I blew my nose and dabbed at
my eyes, feeling so much better than I did before Connie arrived.
    “No, I think I'm pretty much done