martyr of a different kind

Valentines Day always made her angry. Why waste money on cards, flowers and candy on a day which is known for multiple martyred saints named "Valentine" and a day known for a massacre?

Ever since she could remember, the day never served her any happiness.

Today, however, she realized all of her mistakes. She couldn't believe she let things happen the way they did. Everything hit her and she finally understood what he meant when he told her those things that broke her heart, but were needed to be said.

She was slowly on the path to breathing on her own again, but the empty thud inside her chest was still there.