I lay still on the bed, not wanting to move. Nicolas has broken me, both inside and out. Can I really give him up? Can I finally do what is right and let him go? He was my best friend's husband after all. Maybe this was for the best. But the more I told myself that, the more I doubted I could really move on. Nicolas has become the air that I breathe.
My phone sudden beep, gets me out of my trance. It was a message from Nicolas.
"Just got home. You can start coming, Stella is out."
I lay there, staring at the message, my heart tangled in a web of emotions. This back-and-forth was tearing me apart, yet every time he called, I found myself slipping right back into the cycle. Knowing he was only using me as an escape made it even worse, but my heart refused to listen……
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