I stormed to my room and slammed the door as hard as I physically could behind me. The photos that hung on the wall rattled and fell with a bang. The glass frames smashed across the floor, leaving a huge mess in their wake. I ignored it and instead dove for the bed. I began to cry into my pillows without restraint. I just let out all of my feelings without caring how it may make me look. I feel like my whole world is slipping out from underneath me. I want to try and stop it somehow, but how could I manage that? Where did I even begin when I didn’t have all the truths? I was missing something, and whatever it was, it was big.
It took me longer than I would like to admit before I started to realise I could still smell Mitchell on these bedsheets. The mere scent of him brought me back to t
