Lost. That was how Kumiko felt. Something she had thought would last forever was ripped away from her like a scab off a wound. The old feelings came back in a deluge of loathing, a maelstrom of clashing emotions that surged within like a tsunami of terror.The old comments, the snide looks and the condescending pity would return. Others would see her as just that single loser-dog. The tears were there. Just below the surface. Even though she was alone, Kumiko would not allow them free flow. She refused to give the bastard even that unseen satisfaction.