I sat there wondering what should I do, if I should go over and ask her if she is okay. I can't just sit there, acting as if nothing really happened, as if I don't give a shit about her anymore but life taught me to be cruel. Cruel to protect myself from being hurt, again. I don't want the same damn thing to repeat again. I don't want to be treated the same freaking way again - when I did nothing wrong.
I'd rather not care, I told myself.
She cried and I did nothing. People were gathering around her and the sound of her crying can be heard. I stood up, not towards her but further away. I went to the cafe instead. I didn't know what to do and I couldn't stand the sorrow in her. I chose to walk away, far from that place.
I learn from the past. I learn from mistakes. I am not going to be that soft - hearted for the second time. Never.
In life, the only way to protect yourself is to be cruel. I believe.