After I shower and throw on a pair of pajamas, I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the unfamiliar room. My heart feels heavy, my mind scattered. I don't even know where I'm supposed to sleep tonight, but the thought of lying down in his bed makes my skin crawl.
I'm exhausted, my body begging for rest, but I can't bring myself to close my eyes. August brought me back here hours ago, but he disappeared without a word. Typical. Leaving me to sit in this cold, suffocating silence.
I hate him. I hate him more than I've ever hated anyone in my life. I cried so much in the shower that my chest physically hurts, like there's a boulder pressing down on me. I could barely breathe. Now, there's nothing left in me but emptiness.
I don't know how long I've been sitting there, staring at the flo
