I walked into my bedroom - no, our bedroom - covered in mud and blood.
Another wasted night. Another useless attempt at breaching that motherfucker's border. Another day she spent there with him. I roared and fisted the wall, effectively breaking right through it, making the bathroom visible from the bedroom.
I didn't give a flying f**k about it. It's just another hole to add to the wreckage this whole room had become. Day after day, I came home without Emma, I broke something in here until only the bed was left standing. And then I turned to walls and windows. Three broken windows later, Jasmine stopped having them repaired. So what once was my heaven was now a cold, broken, and barren space, just like my heart and soul had become.
She broke the bond. The pain was still so strong I fe
