Zane’s Point Of View
In the past, I had gone through heartbreak and also watched friends drown their sorrows in alcohol after similar experiences.
However, this time was different; it felt as if my soul had been torn from my body. The pain was almost unbearable, a relentless ache that gnawed at my very core. The memories of Becca were spinning in my head like a never-ending reel, each one more vivid and heart-warming than the last.
I go through life mechanically, devoid of emotion, I’m like a hollow shell of my former self.
After that passionate night with Becca, my feelings for her only grew stronger. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word of love had imprinted itself on my soul. The intensity of our connection was something I had never experienced before, and it left me year
