The grief was sudden and terrible to live with. Her love being unrequited, it was kept a secret. She sobbed in daylit corners and under dark duvets, often dry-eyed.
Conversely, it was the fierce shock that stayed with her. Shock that she'd loved him so hopelessly for so long or that he would never apologise for what he'd done, she couldn't yet tell.

She was waiting for anger, because she knew it to be cleansing.

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