LEILA'S POV
Listening to the love song playing on the television set my teeth on edge. I could not block out the thoughts it evoked. I abandoned the cup of coffee I was making, rushed to the living room and turned the tube off. Blessed silence. I exhaled. The feeling of relief was instantly followed by one of self disgust. I had sworn each day for the past week that I had gotten over Chase. To make myself hate and detest him, I had played everything he had said to me over and over again.
Still, I found myself looking closely at the faces of every man of his age and build in the hopes that I I could somehow run into him again. Love songs or movies were currently on my blacklist, all because of him. And yet thoughts of him filled my every waking moment. It had been a tough week for me. But
