One person loves me. It doesn't magically end the grief I'm going through, but at least there's one person that would claim to love me.

I close my eyes and allow myself to cry. I wish I didn't have to wail like some child, but it's worse than losing my parents. Suddenly those two closest people, all those moments I shared with them, have all turned to mockery. It never existed.

I am a total wreck. If she loved me before, maybe by the end of this she'll have lost whatever respect she had for me.