Will’s P.O.V.
It’s been three days. Three f*****g long, miserable days of my life without Iva. Without the woman who brightened up my world.
I’m living like a lifeless soul, and deep inside, I know it’s all my fault. I destroyed everything with my own hands. In my anger, I couldn’t see how much I was hurting the woman I love or how badly I was ruining what we had built together over the past few months.
My friends asked me so many times what happened that day when I ran out of the cafe, what went wrong between Iva and me, but I didn’t tell them. I ignored their questions, pretending to be normal, pretending I’ve moved on from her.
But every inch of my face shows that I’m not okay. I haven’t slept properly for the past three days. And even when I do drift off, I wake up within seconds
