By the time I stumbled into my dorm building, my lungs were on fire.
My legs ached, my chest burned, and my throat was raw from the icy night air. But none of that hurt as much as the ache twisting in my ribs.
I shoved through the stairwell door, skipping the elevator because I couldn’t stand the thought of standing still. My sneakers pounded against the concrete steps as if speed alone could drown out Ryan’s voice echoing in my head.
I can’t lose you.
God. Why did he have to say it like that? Why did he have to sound so real?
I pushed down the hall, fumbling with my keys before I even reached the door. But when I got there, I froze when I saw that the door was already cracked open.
Oh s**t, June was here.
Shit. For a moment, I had forgotten that I had a roommate.
“Sky?” As if on
