Cold Walls, Broken Hearts
Ryland I didn’t f*****g sleep. I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her. The way her lips had f*****g felt on mine, soft and desperate and perfect. The way her body had melted into me, like she belonged there, like I f*****g belonged there. And then the way she pulled away. Like it didn’t mean anything. Like it wasn’t supposed to happen. I ran a hand down my face, gripping my jaw so hard it f*****g hurt. My body was on fire, my head was a mess, and my chest felt like it had been ripped open, bleeding out for a girl who clearly didn’t give a s**t. I didn’t do this. I didn’t do messy. I didn’t do complicated. I sure as f**k didn’t do feelings. So why the f**k was I still thinking about her? Why the f**k was I still tasting her on my lips, feeling her touch li
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