Elara's pov
“f**k… it’s morning.”
I groaned, dragging myself off the cold tiles, my body aching from too many angles to count. Every muscle felt bruised.
Slamming my body back onto the bed, I stretched out my numb limbs, feeling the stiffness from a long night of crying. My eyes burned, swollen, puffy, and too heavy to lift.
The birds outside were already whistling, that same sweet, annoying tune they always sang. Arghh. Sometimes it sounded peaceful; today, it was just a disturbing alarm reminding me I was still alive.
I turned to check the time, already late. As usual, my day should’ve started with college, then work. But the thought alone made my stomach twist.
The moment I remembered, everything from yesterday came flooding back in one harsh wave.
Zach.
“Sometimes the only th
