Edie Pov
Tears flow freely as I try to quiet my sobs. I slid down the closed door, bringing my knees to my chest and hugging them tight. Why was this happening? Why did I still have feelings for Paul? After everything he has put me through?
I let myself cry until my throat ached, my eyes stung and my cheeks were raw from wiping away tears. My body was stiff from sitting on the hard tiled floor. I sluggishly make my way up the stairs, my legs dragging lazily.
I slip out of my clothes, and into a pair of plaid fleece shorts and a lavender camisole. Finally feeling a bit more comfortable, I flopped onto my bed. I didn't bother taking off my makeup, what little I wore, I couldn't be bothered.
I grabbed my phone from the end table, tapping the screen to see a message from James.
James:
