As Much, But Not More

Oh my God, I can’t do this, I thought. I can’t face him. I still love him. Why do I still love him? And after all he did to hurt me?

“God! What an idiot I am!” I put my hands over my face as quick sobs racked my body. I felt his hand come out to rest on my shoulder, and I felt a quick rush of empowering anger flood me. “Don’t touch me!” I screamed, pushing his hand off my shoulder. “You’ll never touch me again!” Not even realizing what was happening, my fist came out and connected squarely with his jaw.

And even though I could see him doubling over with pain, as I raced away, clutching my bag to my shoulder, the only thing I felt was a cruel sense of happiness. Maybe that slap had hurt him as much as he had hurt me.

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