MAYA
I hadn’t left my room all day.
The curtains were still drawn, and now the sky outside had turned dark. I was a mess, curled up on my bed in the same pink sweater from this morning, hair tangled, eyes red and swollen from hours of crying.
My head throbbed. My body ached. A fever had settled deep in my bones, making me shiver even under the thick blanket. But the worst pain wasn’t the fever. It was him.
Tristan.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his cold face. I heard his sharp words. Felt the way he sucked my fingers clean only to tell me nothing would ever happen between us. The way he walked away like I was nothing.
“I only loved you,” I whispered brokenly into my pillow. “That’s all I did… and you treated me like I’m disgusting.”
My phone buzzed again on the nightstand and
