I don’t recall falling asleep but I did, with a heavy heart I might add. I had, for the second time that week, cried myself to sleep… all because of a guy.
Not any guy though. I cried because my mate had left me. He had left me to go heavens only know where, and to do heavens only know what or –dare I say it?– who.
I shivered as images of him, tangled with a faceless blonde under a sheet, came to my mind, and tried to dismiss the disturbing thought.
Surely, he wouldn’t cheat on me, would he?
You’d deserve it. You cheated first. A snarky inner voice told me.
I tried to get up, in an attempt to forget all that had happened yesterday –my coming to terms with my feelings at last, my returning home to apologize, my finding Ace gone– and found myself unable to move.
A knock came on m
