A lot of things have been said about heartbreak. A lot has been written about the subject and I used to think people unnecessarily hyped the experience until…
I sat nonplussed at the sofa wondering how I was supposed to break up with someone who has taken over my heart in all entirety. Someone who a day without feels bleak. Someone whose presence I couldn't do without.
It was impossible. And I couldn't even bring myself to think of the possibility of a world where I wasn't in speaking terms with Melissa Borders.
Claire had scrambled away after I almost landed my hands on her, the look she threw at me from the stairs, pitiful which was rather odd because I expected her to be mad.
I don't know how long I sat , pondering the possibility of changing my father's mind and dreading thoughts of the inevitable.
