The world came to a standstill after those words swam in my mind. He doesn't love you. Colors in my bedroom blended that they doubled and rocked back and forth. Noises of laughter clashed in my mind, enough that I didn't bother picking up my book or eat the fries that awaited me. Instead, I stared blankly at the ceiling. He doesn't love you. Anger brewed in her voice. On the verge of losing it... I forced to bring myself into a deep slumber. No matter how I rearranged the words, they didn't fit. The lake that fell from my eyes was the only guarantee that I still have another chapter to begin, the pillow I clutched onto so tightly the only comfort I sought when no one had come to calm me down. I was alone when the delaying sharp pain in my temples whirled as I woke. Stars had coated the world already. I just gawked at it like it would give me another answer. A very different one than the one I've heard today about my dad.