*Grace*
The bitter taste of our argument lingered in the air as I paced through my living room, the worn wooden floorboards creaking beneath my steps, my grip tightened on my phone. David didn't try to call me back, and deep down, I kind of wished he did.
With every breath, I felt the crushing weight of his jealousy suffocating me, filling my lungs with a toxic mix of anger and doubt. I struggled between understanding his concerns and feeling smothered by his actions.
I didn't know how to feel.
I decided to get ready for bed, keeping my mind occupied for a few minutes. As I settled onto my soft mattress, I closed my eyes, attempting to shut out the chaos of my thoughts. But it proved to be a futile effort. Sleep eluded me that night as unrelenting questions tormented my mind.