Katherine
The last time I felt heartbreak was when I saw the bodies of my mother and little brother, but somehow that pales in comparison to what I am feeling right now.
Laying with my knees bunched up to my chest, I’m holding onto Gabriel’s shirt while the cracks in my facade split the last little bit of my composure.
A surge of pain wells up in my chest and my body trembles with the sobs that are threatening to choke me and drag me under. However, when I catch a faint whiff of smokey, expensive whiskey, everything caves in and I let go.
I f*****g miss him so much! After I ran away, I didn't want to admit it, but I miss him! I would give anything to hear his voice again, beckoning me and calling me ‘little lamb.’ Yet as I lament the loss of what I could have had, a vise grips my hear
