STANLEY'S POV
The door crashed shut behind me like a verdict.
The chill of the air on my face was nothing compared to the ice in the bottom of my chest. Her voice lingered in my mind, sharp and hollowed, full of betrayal. Her last words still hung with a weight I had not expected to carry this night.
I didn't rush. There was no place to rush to. The streets were vacant, the world too still, too quiet for the turmoil in my ribcage. With each step I made, something else relived what just transpired.
"Love that begins in lies is still a lie. And it will die as that"
God! I reached the edge of the sidewalk and leaned on a lamppost, clutching the cold metal as if it would hold me up when I couldn't. My head was raised to the heavens, and darkness swallowed me whole. Her face was there, eve
