Chapter 33
Daphne
I was alone in my apartment, wrapped in the cloak of night, but it felt as if a tornado had torn through everything in its path. The lights were off, except for the small floor lamp in the living room, whose glow barely touched the walls with a faint warm radiance. But even that light seemed to mock my sadness. I sat on the couch, hugging my knees as tears streamed down my cheeks.
I couldn’t stop crying.
The words I had said to Jake kept hammering in my mind, as if repeating them could make all this make sense. “It’s what’s best for us,” I had said. “If it’s meant to be, we’ll find each other again.” But I didn’t believe it. I had said it to convince myself, not because it was true.
I loved him.
And because I loved him so much, I knew he deserved better than this me
