LAURA
Ice cream + Good TV = Therapy.
At least it used to be therapy. I wasn't very sure it was working right now.
I hadn't possessed the will to go to work today. Hadn't been able to summon an atom of strength. So I'd decided to stay home of course, which ended up being even worse because I was left to my own very loud, very chaotic thoughts.
No matter how badly I tried, I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday. About Alex specifically, not the encounter with his fiancée.
I wanted to cave in so bad.
Anytime I closed my eyes, I saw his pleading face and pain filled eyes. I had never wanted to pick up my phone and call someone so bad. My longing was only held in check by fear. A deep rooted fear of what it would do to me if he broke my heart again.
Now, the stakes were
