Sara
I curled into a ball on the bed. It had been a while since I set foot in my old bedroom. Everything was how I had left it, though it was clear that the cleaning crew had recently been in here. Every part of my body hurt. It was like Jaxon shot a poisoned arrow through my heart and it was slowly spreading. I wrapped my knees tighter to my chest and finally let it all go.
My phone buzzed next to me and read a text from Jaxon. It was sweet and considerate but it only hurt more. I wanted to reply. I wanted to go to him and bury myself in his arms but I couldn't. I couldn't handle it. Thinking of that only hurt more. Touching him would only hurt more.
I wanted to run away, hide somewhere away from shame and humility. I had never been one to let my emotions ruin my work or professional
