Deila's Pov

The tears just kept falling, I couldn't control them. They wouldn't stop.

Stupid, stupid tears, I cussed myself angrily.

I hated that I was crying. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to keep the venom and anger, yes, but I didn't want the tears to fall. I hated crying because it made me feel weak and was I weak in every sense of the word.

Weakened. Drained. Pained. Confused.

I just didn't know... just couldn't think of how James could do that to me. How could he have?

Was I even his first as he made me believe? Did he even love me? Those were some of...