LAURA
"No one dies from a broken heart."
That was my best friend's attempt at reassuring me that I was, in fact, not going to die from this pain I felt.
I doubted it, but I mustered a small smile at her and went back to what I'd been doing for the past hour—staring at the blank wall. I wasn't sure why I'd even bothered to ask her when I knew the answer was a big fat yes.
I firmly believed that I could very well die from the sheer amount of pain I was feeling. Everything on the inside of my body hurt.
Every. Single. Thing.
Hell, even breathing hurt. And for the first time in forever, I think I finally understood my mother and why she used.
There was little I wouldn't do to stop feeling like this.
Balery sighed, placing the food tray she was carrying on the bedside
