Breaking Free: Life After Love Obsession

The sharp crack of a slap echoed.

I crumpled to the ground, my right cheek burning. Not far off, my boyfriend was holding my ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend, glaring at me with ill intent.

A pair of black leather shoes entered my blurred vision. Before I could even look up, a familiar, teasing voice reached my ears:

“Only a few minutes apart, and you’re already such a mess.”

I picked myself up, tugging uncomfortably at the sweet pink princess dress I wore. A sharp glint entered my eyes, completely clashing with my outfit.