Laura
I woke up the next morning with a heavy weight pressing down on my chest. Sleep had been fitful, broken by dreams of Jake and the woman on his lap. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them together, her fingers running through his hair, their lips locked like I wasn't even part of the world anymore. It was an endless loop of heartbreak, and I didn't know how to stop it.
I rolled over in bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing I couldn't keep feeling this way. I had told myself and Arlene that I was done with Jake, that I would bury my feelings and move on, but saying it was one thing. Actually doing it was a completely different story. I couldn't just turn my feelings off like a switch.
