The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, but I didn’t feel any sense of relief as I woke. The familiar ache from last night still clung to me, heavy in my chest, and the moment I opened my eyes, I felt the weight of everything press down again. I had hoped maybe the night would bring some clarity, but instead, it had only left me feeling more lost.
I glanced at the clock. I had no time to waste. My mind was set—if I could just bury myself in my work, maybe it would help, maybe I could forget about him for a few hours. Maybe it would take my mind off the fact that I had been discarded so easily, as if I never mattered in the first place.
I quickly pulled on some clothes, not bothering with my usual attention to detail. I just needed to get out of the house. I wasn’t sure wh
