a not particularly unbiased piece of writing...

He was a dickhead. He knew it, she knew it, their friends knew it. She didn't know how it happened. She didn't realise that those last few days were crucial that her comment "she's probably still in love with you" would mean more than she thought it would. She didn't know that the other woman was still in love with him. She didn't, and couldn't know that he was still in love with her.

Two days later and the new couple broadcast themselves to the rest of the world. What does the world think of it? Idiotic. Spontaneous. Confusing. Dick-move. She, on the other hand, got angry.

A day before she told him she wanted him to be with her. So the break up wouldn't be in vain, she said.  Little did she know that the boy she fell head over heels for had dismissed her feelings as soon as he dumped her sorry butt.

When she saw the pictures of the other woman in his clothes, she though "Oh. She probably didn't have a spare change of clothes. That's why."

When she saw the tweet of them cuddling up in bed, a new rage formed within her. Something she had never felt before. Fire and loathing spat at her stomach. The butterflies she once knew, disintegrated. All that was left was a black heart touched by Jack Frost. Her hands started to shake. She could feel emotion behind her eyes but they would not droop in sadness, or allow a tear to fall. No. They would torment her with flash backs of "i love you"s and "forever"s and promises broken before they were made.

Though she was not angry at him, she was angry at the world. Herself, for telling her heart that he could be 'the one'. Her friends, for not warning her he has broken hearts in the past and would continue to do so. Her mother, who didn't think to express her true dislike of him before. Society, for telling her to get comfortable now, as there are more troubling times ahead. No. No one bothered to tell her to steer clear. That he was trouble. No one seemed to care at the beginning.

Though no one realises; beginning signifies the inevitable end.