Chapter 48

WHOEVER SAID IT’S better to have loved once than not at all is a liar. This hurts. This hurts more than I can explain, more than I ever thought I could feel. Lana made me feel the good stuff. I don’t know how to feel this much bad.

Everything about it hurts. The emptiness of the house I can’t afford without her, the absence of her teas in the morning and throughout the day. I have too much time now, too much time to think. I don’t want this much time to think, I don’t want to think about her or feel like this. I just don’t want anything… anything but her. I want her.

I feel insane as I run out of our… my apartment, trying to get away from the memories tormenting me. Her voice embedded in the wall. Her pillows sitting on the bed untouched. Her blanket still strewn across the bed because she was going to fold it when we got home but… she never got back home.