The knocking on the door was muffled by my pillow and the blanket I had placed over my head. Everywhere was silent and noisy, and the sound of my heart breaking was way louder than everything all together.

It was like glass shattering. A million glasses. My heart was breaking into a million pieces, and there was nobody I could blame except myself.

Danielle was right. I was naive and too trusting. I placed my confidence and my fragile heart in the hands of an unknowing wrong person, and if that wasn’t the loudest call for heartbreak, I didn’t know what else it was. And I was too dumb to...