hope, handwritten: Worthless.The word clung to my eyelashes along with the tears. I felt...

hopehandwritten:

Worthless.

The word clung to my eyelashes along with the tears. I felt the sting, as the words I longed to spit back at him, bounced off the walls of my throat, left unspoken. I couldn’t say it, and neither did he, but the word was implied. I was—I was worthless. He didn’t say it aloud and most…