Jade
As I reluctantly peeled myself from the bed, the sight of my stained and sodden pillows only amplified the ache in my heart. Not a single wink of sleep had graced me last night- instead, I cried, cried, and cried.
I sound miserable, don't I? Hell, I am miserable now.
Alone, as always, I had cut the cake, its sweetness a cruel reminder of the bitter reality that gnawed at my soul. In the depths of my being, a desperate longing whispered, hoping against hope that if what had happened hadn't actually happened, I could have found solace in the arms of that despicable excuse for a man after the candles were blown.
Damn him. Damn his brother, too- birds of a feather, both rotten to the core.
Man, both of them…I hate both of them.
With a weary sigh, I sat upright, my hand
