BRANDON
God, no. What have I done?
There is nothing else I could do but send her away. I’m only trying to bear the anguish I feel in my chest the moment she is close to me. I like the feeling of her skin, her warmth, the look on her face when she smiles...
But damn it, it all burns me. I still can’t bear it. I thought I was getting better, but it is still there.
I’m wrong. I’m only getting worse.
I clench my fists over my chest. “f**k! Not again,” I groan. It is burning, and it is too damned painful.
Where is Oliver?
“Ollie...”
It hurts. My chest, my head, my face. God, it all hurts.
I fall on my knees. I can’t feel anything but the scorching in my chest. I force myself to stand and grope the phone with all my remaining strength, pressing the speed dial.
Oliver answers at the fir
