Chapter 7. Words

Evelyn

As the sunlight filtered through the curtains, dancing with the breeze that gently stirred them, I found myself lost in a battle of distractions. With each crunch of a chip, I attempted to drown out the relentless thoughts of that infuriating man, burying myself in the pages of a book. Yet, even the storyline of my chosen novel failed to captivate me, paling in comparison to the chaotic drama of my own fucking life—a tragic fucked-up movie that audiences would devour when the characters would go through shit, feel like shit and maybe even look like shit!

Fuck this.

I am going to move forward, leave him and his memory behind once and for all—that’s final.

“Caroline didn’t want to be with Edward, yet she knew he held the key to her heart, igniting a fire within her that no one else could replicate—a spark destined to burn eternally,” I read aloud, my jaw tensing with each word.

It seemed the universe conspired against me, even influencing my