MACEY
I spent the entire day lying on my couch, staring at the ceiling like it held the answer to everything. My phone kept lighting up on the coffee table...texts, notifications, missed calls—but I didn’t have it in me to reach for it. Not today.
My chest still felt heavy, like someone had tied a rock to my ribs and dared me to breathe through it.
I’d been playing the same scene in my head all morning, the moment I told Damien it was over. The way his eyes had gone blank, like someone had pulled the light right out of him. I hated that look. I hated that I caused it. But I hated even more how much I still wanted to call him.
I turned on my side, pulling the throw blanket tighter around me. The apartment felt too quiet. Even the sound of the ticking clock seemed louder than usual
