DAMIEN
My chest hurt. It hurt so bad. Like someone had shoved their hand right through my ribs and ripped my heart out with no warning. Every breath burned. Every second dragged.
I sat in my car for a long time after leaving Macey’s place, my hands gripping the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. The world outside blurred behind my tears, but I didn’t even bother wiping them at first. What was the point?
Whoever said men don’t cry clearly never loved hard enough to lose everything.
I pressed the heel of my hand against my eyes and forced a shaky breath out. It didn’t help. The ache was still there... sharp, relentless. My chest felt too small to hold everything inside.
She was gone.
She ended it.
And the f****d-up part? I couldn’t even bla
