ELOISE
The cold floor beneath me felt entirely detached from reality. The low, muffled bass of the lounge music thrummed through the dark hallway, but to my ears, it sounded like it was coming from under a mile of water.
I'm done with this relationship. I'm done with you.
Mike’s final words echoed over and over in my head, each repetition slicing deeper than the last. I sat curled up on the filthy floor right outside the restroom doors, my back pressed against the wall, my knees pulled tightly against my chest. Black mascara tracks stained my cheeks, warm tears pouring uncontrollably down my face. I couldn't move. I couldn't process it. My throat tightened so violently it felt like the air in the hallway was turning to concrete.
Everything felt like a twisted, suffocating nightmare
