She felt her chest tighten, and her breath caught as if for a second there was something heavy pressing against her. In the next second nausea set in and her head was spinning. Trying to compose herself, she took a deep breath, telling herself to just keep walking. The air around everything felt sharp with her sadness. She felt pathetic and had become angry at herself, she shouldn’t be feeling this way, it was supposed to get easier. Why wasn’t it getting easier? Was there something wrong with her? She didn’t want this, she’d take anything over feeling like this.
Perhaps she had been lied to when people had said that seeing the man she loved so very much, loving someone else, would ever get easier.