Pulled Into Euphoria

[Tabitha’s POV]

I drift in and out of sleep while trying to ignore the pain that is shooting through my body. When I asked Atticus to help me forget the sadness and shock I was feeling from Anthony’s leaving, I didn’t expect him to be so rough, but in a way, I guess that I deserved it. And if I was being honest with myself, I encouraged it during.

Maybe I wanted the pain to make me feel and remind me that even if the one person who I thought would always be a part of my world disappeared, I was still alive. Well, living because I honestly didn’t feel like I was alive, but I was existing, and that was something.

Letting out a shuddering breath, I turn over and take in the empty space beside me where Atticus should have been, and I feel a pang of pain shoot through me.

Once we finished fucking like animals, he left, and so far he hasn’t returned. And just like the pain I was currently feeling, I knew that I deserved his absence.

I was such a selfish bitch, but I couldn’t stop what my bo