He looked at me like I was someone else.Someone long gone.His fingers hovered inches from my cheek, his eyes glassy and lost. He was not with me in that moment. He was somewhere else entirely. Some night in the past, some memory still clawing at him.“Kimberly,” he whispered again, barely breathing the name.The name slipped from his lips like it belonged there.My chest tightened, but I refused to let him see it.I could have screamed. I could have slapped him again. But instead, I took a small step back, keeping my face calm, even though everything inside me was cracking.“Wrong woman,” I said, my voice steady and quiet.I jerked awake, “Wow, I still re-lived it in my dream. David, you're a real jerk even showing up in my dream.” I thought as I tried to bury it this time. I won't allow him to destroy my entirety. I'm not allowing him to have an effect on my life. I'm not going to cry, I will pull myself together. Because if I shattered now, I would never stop falling.I glanced
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