Chapter Twenty-Seven
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I’m in love with a broken man,
And there’s nothing I can do.
They say everything has a reason, a lesson to learn.
Haven’t I had enough f*****g lessons? Haven’t I had enough emotionally damaged men in my life already? When am I going to be someone’s lesson? When will someone love me more than people from their past?
And what can I possibly learn from feeling this much pain?
It’s complete bullshit.
I stare at the hotel room’s wall from my position on the uncomfortable bed. I haven’t got out of it since I arrived yesterday.
It’s been the longest twenty-four hours of my life.
I’m broken—so broken. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. I wish I couldn’t feel.
A week ago, I had a home, children to take care of, and naughty pets that chewed
