I was already in Courtney’s room. It was late at night, and the city outside was silent, but my phone wouldn’t stop ringing. Everyone back home knew who I was “supposedly” with, but it was Dylan calling over and over, his name lighting up my screen.
I let the phone ring. I couldn’t bear to pick it up. I just stared at it, hoping the buzzing would stop, but every vibration felt like a crack in my heart.
I would go home tomorrow, and I knew we’d have to face whatever was broken between us. But right now… I just needed to breathe. Just one night to myself, to feel like I wasn’t drowning.
His texts came next, relentless and desperate. I’d set a unique tone for his messages, so I’d always know it was him. When the last message came in, the clock was inching past midnight. My heart was achin
