Chapter 8

Ryan’s POV

“Bro, you look like you’re about to explode. Go get laid or something, damn.”

That was Chris, my best friend, standing at the door in nothing but his boxers, looking like he had no clue the kind of hell I was carrying in my chest. I didn’t say a word. I just brushed past him, not even sparing him a glance, and dropped myself onto the nearest couch like my body was about to give out. The second I hit the cushions, I let out a groan so loud it made him laugh like I was some damn sitcom.

I was fucking wrecked. Not just tired, wrecked. My brain felt like it had been run over, my body like it had been stretched out and twisted for days. My head throbbed nonstop, every breath felt too loud, too heavy. It was like I couldn’t shut off, couldn’t relax, couldn’t stop fucking thinking. And the worst part? I hadn’t gotten a single hour of sleep in four whole nights.

All because Anna came back.

“You look like shit,” Chris said, throwing himself int