JADE's POV
No matter how much I drank, the ache in my chest didn’t dull. I had convinced myself that drowning my thoughts in alcohol would help—that the warmth of the liquor would blur the sharp edges of my pain, make everything feel less. But the more my mind fogged, the clearer the ache became. This had never been a good idea.
Letting myself fall so completely, so recklessly in love with Silas had never been a good idea. But it had happened anyway.
And now? Now his absence felt like cruel fingers tightening around my heart, squeezing the air from my lungs, suffocating me in a way I had never experienced before. He hadn’t called.
I had left him a message, a desperate, whispered attempt at undoing the damage between us, and he hadn’t even bothered to respond.
An hour had passed. An et
