ROSIE
I'm hurt, like, genuinely hurt, despite the fact that I'm the one who actually walked out. You'd think leaving would give me the upper hand, right? Or maybe some kind of peace? Nope. It feels like someone is stabbing several blades into my chest at once, and each twist is sharper than the last.
Who knew heartbreak felt like this? And what really messes me up isn't even the walking away, it's knowing he's hiding things from me. And instead of explaining, he's been acting like some psycho straight out of a dark romance novel, obsessive, unpredictable and watching me like I'm prey. I can't hold that. I can't bear that.
I don't deserve this. I mean, honestly, who does? You wake up one morning thinking your best friend of eighteen years is just... your best friend. Someone who knows yo
