My Heart Stayed at 60 Until He Left Me to Burn

"I was born without emotions. No pain. No tears. No fear.

My boyfriend, Adrian, called me a mannequin. He said I wasn't human. But he kept me around because I was useful, obedient, and never fought back.

Then his first love returned. When fire trapped us in a convention center, he carried her out and left me behind.

""My fault,"" he said. ""I forgot she's just a doll. She can't feel anything anyway.""

But he was wrong.

That night, for the first time in my life, I cried.

The burn on my hand scarred. My heart finally learned to hurt.

And I learned that revenge feels even better."