CHAPTER 78

Four days, eight hours and thirty two minutes later, I'm officially cried out. I pull the covers up to my chin, sniffling. The movie on my laptop begins to play and I close my eyes, unable to believe I'm back to watching soppy love movies once again. Now that my own love story has ended, I can go back to burying my head in others. My eyes are fixated on the screen but I'm not taking anything in, I'm not really watching it. I feel like I'm watching from the outside, my mind too numb to register...