There it was

a speck of blood in my white panties. In combination with this morning's small drop in temperature and another lonely single line on the hpt, I knew what it meant. It's over.
Diver Dude heard my loud sniffle and came in to see what was wrong and found me crying like a baby hunched over on the toilet seat. He got down on his knees and held me while stroking my hair. Told me he loved me and that he was sorry.
As I'm searching for words to describe how I feel, every single one I can think of consist of four letters so I better not write anything else right now.