She flung her bag in a corner and collapsed on the bed.
She tucked her hair behind her ear and stared at the ceiling fan above her.
She breathed in and drew her knees close to her chest.
She wrapped her arms around herself and coiled like a fetus in the womb.
The cry was harsh. The cry was bitter. The cry was one of anguish. The cry was one of fury.
Her tears intermingled with the kohl in her lifeless eyes ran like a dark venomous rivulet.
She cried her heart out...but there was always some more hurt lingering.
And she cried some more.
She stared at the circling fan above for what seemed forever.
This was the 6th time in a row.
A boy had broken her heart.
A boy had left her all alone.
A boy had left her without any love.
Yet another time somebody, a man, had stolen her girlfriend away from her...The one she had loved...and lost. Again.
F****** B****** She yelled out loud.