She didn’t stop until she got to her room and shut the door behind her. Only then did she let the tears come.
They came hard and fast, ripping through her chest like her entire world had suddenly come crashing down on her, something feral had finally broken loose. Giselle slid down the door until she was sitting on the floor with her back pressed to the wood, knees pulled to her chest as her body shook. She clutched at her shirt over her heart, fingers digging in as if she could physically hold it together.
Nothing worked.
The ache didn’t dull. The pain didn’t ease. It just sat there, heavy and suffocating, spreading through her ribs and throat until breathing felt like work.
She felt miserable.
Why is this happening to me? Giselle thought painfully. It hurts so f*****g much. I need i
