Image with thanks to Jade M. Wong
It was true she had to admit that he had broken her heart, pierced through it with his act of deliberate humiliation.
It was a set up in which he led her to believe one thing before leaving her an emotional mess.
They had agreed to meet at the Museum. There was an exhibition of contemporary art on display, and as they had both signalled their desire to see it, so they agreed to meet there on the Sunday morning.
She waited an hour before he arrived. She should have known, she thought in hindsight, as it turned out he was watching her wait, enjoying her discomfort in the cold morning air.
Then he arrived with Rhonda on his arm. Her best friend, the one she confided in. He announced with a sanctimonious smile on his face that she was dumped and Rhonda was now his girlfriend.
Off they pranced, hand in hand leaving her punctured, devastated and broken.