Hailey
The night wrapped its cold fingers around me as I stood on the balcony—arms wrapped around myself—trying to soothe wounds that no one could see but only feel. Wounds he had carved into me with his touch. Wounds I knew would never heal.
I had no right to feel heartbroken.
I kept repeating that to myself like a f*****g prayer—like it would somehow numb the ache clawing inside my chest.
What was I to Damien, anyway?
A warm body in his bed. A mouth to kiss. A cunt to f**k.
Nothing more.
This had been nothing but a mind-blowing s****l adventure for him—something to pass the time. And somewhere along the way, I had been stupid enough to start searching for something else.
Something more.
It was my fault.
All of this...
It was all my fault.
Another tear slid down my cheek befor
