NYRA
I thought coming here would be a mistake.
I thought it would make things worse, not better. That the noise would drill into my head, that the lights would hurt my eyes, that I would still be thinking of Jackson the same way I had been thinking of him for days now, it was too much, too deeply, in ways I didn’t want to admit.
I didn’t even know what was wrong with my heart anymore. I couldn’t tell if it was hard or if it was just hurt. All I knew was that it felt heavy. Like something was pressing down on it every time his face crossed my mind.
Since his confession, since the way he had looked at me like he already owned something inside me, I hadn’t known peace. Not real peace. My thoughts were loud even when the world was quiet. My wolf was restless. My body betrayed me.
I kept t
