I threw my phone onto the floor, the device escaping the clutches of the death grip I had on it and landing face down. I heard a loud crunch, and immediately regretted my decision. I gripped fistfuls of my hair, tugging hard and dropping to my knees. My lips parted on a silent scream, my vocal chords straining to let the sound out to the ceiling. But I couldn't let him control my reaction.

I heard my phone beep with a notification. I backtracked from my mini-episode, scrambling for my phone desperately. It was mostly alright, just some glass chipped off the corners. I swiped open, opening our DMs a little too quickly.

Devon: "I'm not going to parrot the 'lets be friends' bullshit. I want this over so I can start a new life with Gigi. She's not as dramatic as you are, that's for sure."

Me: "You can't do this to me. It's me, Devon. I'm still your Izzy, god damn it. If you wanted to break up, you should've told me instead of cheating like a lying bastard."

Devon: "Proved my fucking point."

I launched my phone across the room, my tears running down my face and dragging my mascara down with it. I hit my fist against the tiled floor, hunching over the vinyl. It was almost reflective from the puddle of my tears at that point, and I could see my features contorted in the ugliest way I had ever seen. I heaved with sobs, watching what I felt play out before me live on the floor of my fucking kitchen.

After what felt like an hour of gasping for air and clawing at my throat, I pulled my sleeve over my left hand and rubbed the tiles clean. Then I rubbed my face with my right sleeve, the mascara coming away with the fabric. That's never going to wash out. I decided to shed the shirt and throw it right into the kitchen bin. No need for that.

I crawled over to where I had chucked my phone, determination fuelling my movement. I reached for my phone, unlocking it to see no new messages from him. I wrote one last text.

Me: "all i wanted was you. i know youll think of me whenever youre out with her"

I saw him beginning to type, but I blocked him before I could wait to see his response. I was done with moping over someone who couldn't see my worth. I. Was. Done.