I was hurt-very vulnerable, broken, and confounded. Would I be able to survive and not fall down into a deep pit of desperation and meaningless existence? He was leaving without a reason. He tried to explain but it did not make a difference. Is there ever a right a reason for smashing a heart and cracking it open to bleed? He had stated a decision and walked away, leaving me rooted to deal with the aftermath.
I stood there transfixed. My feet of lead would not move. His words had carved me in stone. And then slowly my tears started flowing, lacerating my wounds. I did not want to create a spectacle in public. So I started walking back; silently crying on my way back to the hotel. I did not know when it happened. A hand solidly clasped my hand and filled the spaces between my fingers. I looked at the face of my best friend. He walked me back like that without saying a word. And I did not die on the way.
(A short story inspired by trust:))