—Mabel—
What kind of person dedicates their life to making someone else's miserable?
I slid out of bed and walked to the dresser. I was still pissed. But the moment I opened the drawer and saw the necklace, everything inside me cracked open.
Tears welled in my eyes.
Maybe all of this would've been bearable if he had been by my side.
My fingers hovered over the jewel, then I picked it up and hid it away in a box in my closet. This way, I wouldn't see it often.
I strode to the bathroom and stripped.
If I could just wash him off me—maybe I’d stop aching. Maybe I’d stop remembering how much I still loved him.
Moments later, I stepped out of the bathtub.
Water sloshed onto the floor as I toweled off quickly and sauntered back into the room.
Even the simple act of applying lotion remin
