My eyelids feel as if someone’s glued them shut. I groan as I try to force them open, but the more I try, the more I feel that the effort I’m putting in just isn’t worth it.
I don’t want to wake up.
My body feels numb and heavy, which I cling to because it’s better than the intense f*****g pain that feels like something is eating my body from the inside out.
If I had to guess, I’m dying. That’s the only explanation. I don’t want to believe Slade, but maybe a soul can die from being broken. Maybe I’ve experienced everything that my soul can shoulder, and she’s just tired. She’s tired of the heartbreak. She’s tired of the letdowns. She’s just f*****g tired.
Focusing on my heartbeat, I keep my eyes closed, listening to the steady thump.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thu-Thump. Thump. Thu-thum
