COHEN
I sat behind my desk staring down at the polished surface with my hands in my hair.
F*ck.
That word was running on repeat in my mind.
My body was buzzing and I felt antsy, like I should be doing something, anything, to fix this problem with Ellie.
But there was nothing.
I loved her. More than I'd ever loved anyone.
And I'd already lost her because I was a selfish jerk.
I didn't blame her at all for leaving me. Hell, much to my dismay, I felt like the way she'd done it was kinder than I deserved.
I was completely miserable without her and I desperately wanted to get her back, but I didn't know what words I could use to convince her I'd changed. To show her
