Chapter 61

Arry doesn’t come back. He texts from the airport, saying he needs time to cool off and will call me when he lands. I don’t bother replying, and he doesn’t text again to see why I don’t.

I was heartbroken that he did the one thing he never does; he walked out and left me when we were fighting the worst kind of fight. It feels like a betrayal that he’s broken a promise, and how I feel, I want to hate him. Hating him for four days will be easier than missing him.

I go to the kitchen and grab the ice cream from the freezer, eating so much I make myself throw up and then lay on the bed feeling about a thousand times worse. I despise that he can make me feel this. Desolate that when we argue, he becomes the one obsessive thought in my head, and I cannot function beyond it.

Love sucks.

I lay my hand on my stomach and flinch when I do, like an internal guilt filter kicks in, and I find myself peering down the length of my body.

“I didn’t mean it,” I say loudly