Standing at the entrance to my apartment block, I watched as Jace pulled away in his car. I should have been on cloud nine after tonight, yet thanks to his incessant mood swings and an inability to give me a clear cut answer, the only sensation I could feel was the hurt flooding through my veins.
Turning away from the sight of Jace’s car driving away, I made my way into the building and trudged my way up the stairwell to my apartment. Once at the top, I stopped and could feel the weight of my body, pulling me down like never before. I had a distinct knack of meeting men who could never commit, in their own unique ways.
Realising that my shoes were starting to rub my feet, I released them from the confines of the suede straps, and carrying them in my hand, dawdled along the corridor
