#Chapter29
I had tried. I had tried so fucking hard.
And then I had come across a profile that belonged to somebody I knew. Somebody I knew far too well.
/"I hurt him./" I sounded pathetic. I knew it. My chest still hurt with every breath, and now with the painful absence of my own rage, I felt it all the more. Worse. Without that rage, I felt empty. I felt hollow. I hurt so fucking deeply that I felt like I was drowning. And watching him watch me, oblivious to the turmoil I was suffering? It pissed me off so bad.
When did I become like this, I wondered.
/"Who?/"
