Everywhere felt like pieces of jagged glass. I was constrained, battered and helplessly shattered. Tears went down my cheeks when I realized that I felt like I had nobody.

Levy, whom I trusted with my soul, left me. I felt like my life couldn't be as happy as before.

It was nearly impossible since I pushed Levy away from me after his aggravating lines that made my body feel alive and tingles shot up my arms when he touched me but I still remembered the countless times he promised and broke his own promises.

We ended up fighting a lot and that resulted in both of us accepting the fact that we broke up. I laid down under the blankets and wiped my tears, reminding myself that I was strong.

I could handle a breakup, right?

Trying to take deep breaths, I was holding on to my very own sane strings that were barely there.

When Levy returned me back home, he sent me one glance with his red-rimmed eyes and drove at a fast, killing speed. I could never forget the way he looked at me and that made me cry even more.

I really wondered how could so many people pass through the intolerable pain. My heartfelt eyes were swollen from hours of crying and Mrs. Christina came back, caught me laid down on the bed with tissues around me as my red eyes met hers.

"Oh, darling, stay strong," she seemed sad at the news that Levy and I broke up. "I'm sure my son has hurt you countless times, but don't pressurize him and think about the beautiful memories you shared together," she advised as she stroked my hair and I leaned my head under her neck when she sat down on the bed.

"Is it bad that I am still in love with him even when I told him that I hated him?" I asked as I wiped my red nose and Mrs. Christina laughed, her eyes amusingly looked at me.

"Lia, couples fight and you need to talk about this because it's very unhealthy if you both are unstable but he does feel bad for lying to you, he cares for you enough to lie about it. Get some rest, I will be down making lunch," she kissed my forehead and went down.

At noon, I decided to take a decision to mend myself. I grabbed my jogging shoes and changed into red Nike sweatpants with a matching crop top.

"Where are you going?" Levy asked me when I went down and opened the door to the entrance.

"Out," I snapped. He came in front of me with a twitching jaw.

"No," he snapped back with arms crossed, "not with this revealing crop top, you won't," his eyes narrowed at me, challenging to defy him.

"Last time I remember, we broke up so you have no right to order me around," I accepted his challenge when my eyes met his and we both had crossed our arms.

He smirked and neared me. I widened my eyes when his arms went behind my knees and he carried me. "Princess, we aren't over, it will always be Levy Martin and Lia Martin, nobody else is taking you away from me," my heart warmed at the bad boy as I squealed when he pretended to drop me and held onto him like a desperate caveman.

He chuckled and placed me on my bed again as he got on top of me, wasting no time on putting his lips against mine. My breath hitched and I forgot why I was mad at him for a moment but the flashbacks of what he did came back and I found myself trying to turn my lips away from his.

"What now?" he glared at me when he pulled away and asked in a rude tone. I realized that he only wore a flannel, making his abs deliciously peak out along navy shorts.

"I won't forgive you, you hurt me so many times and you make promises you don't keep, you literally went to my aunt and hid it behind my back," I muttered. "This isn't healthy, we are fighting a lot," my hand touched his chest to push him away but he held my hand that was placed on his chest.

"Lia, I love you, I wouldn't have hidden it if I didn't want to protect you," he explained softly, "I didn't want you participating in my world because it's a very, very dark world and your heart is too fragile for it," he clarified, kissing my nose down to my neck.

We rolled over and I laid on top of him with a smile on my lips as my tough walls softened for his good intentions. I was going to be a better girlfriend for him, I was going to try my best to move on.

I dived into his amazing amber eyes as his hands rubbed circles on the sides of my stomach when he peacefully met my eyes and our legs tangled with each other.

"Is your shoulder still hurting you?" he asked when his eyes saw the white cloth wrapped around it.

"Not really, it's getting better," I said when I moved it in front of him but winced a little since it didn't properly heal.

"Where were you going?" the question was out of his red lips, he expected my answer but I validated it more.

"To my dad's funeral," I confessed as the silence embraced us. I swiped my finger down my left eye in order not to let the teardrop fall down.

"Baby, you can let it all out, talk to me about Mr. David and your memories together." he ordered me with a graceful smile on his face as his eyes twinkled in curiosity.

He was doing a great job in making me feel better so I placed both of my hands on his chest and under my head for support and started off with a contagious nostalgic smile on my face.