~HOLLY~
Morning feels so heavy.
Like the air itself is pressing down on my chest.
I’m sitting on my bed, my back against the headboard, my knees pulled tightly to my chest. The blanket is twisted around my legs, damp from the tears that won’t stop falling.
My eyes sting from crying.
My throat feels raw.
And my chest… God, my chest feels like someone carved something out of it and left the hollow behind.
I don’t even remember when I started crying.
Maybe it was when I woke up and realized yesterday wasn’t a nightmare.
Maybe it was when I checked my phone and saw nothing from him.
Or maybe it’s because every time I close my eyes… I see Damien.
His face in the car.
The way his jaw tightened when he told me it couldn’t happen.
The way he wouldn’t look at me.
That part hurts the m
