Aria’s POV
It had been three weeks since the rooftop.
Three weeks since my voice cracked while I told the only man I’d ever loved that I wanted nothing to do with him again. Three weeks since I’d broken down in front of him, let every word I’d bottled up pour out of me like acid, burning both of us in the process.
Three weeks since I finally admitted that I loved him, and that his love destroyed me.
Some days, I wondered how I got through it.
Other days, I didn’t wonder. I knew. I’d taught myself not to feel.
I kept repeating the same words to myself like a mantra: He said he used you to pass time. He made a fool out of you. He broke you, and then he moved on like it was nothing.
The more I thought about it, the more real it became. And that was the only way I could keep going.
Som
