Blood roared in my ears. My jaw clamped down on my tongue so hard I could taste blood. My chest pounded harder and harder with every step as I climbed the stairs. The elevator was out, like usual.
My bag felt heavy, smacking against my side.
My hair whipped behind me, a brewing storm raging in the sky above, but even the thunder seemed to pale in comparison to how I felt inside.
Everything I had worked so hard for, disintegrating. Destroyed. Like nothing I did ever mattered. It was all temperamental. Nothing was forever. Except for time.
You could never get time back.
The time I wasted trying to figure out what I did wrong. How to fix what was never broken to begin with, just a shitty relationship.
When I made it up to my apartment, the door was open, Nova signing something on the
