“It didn’t end when he walked away. That’s when it began.”⸻Pain wasn't supposed to feel like this.I'd heard stories of heartbreak before — wolves who lost their mates to war or betrayal. They said the pain was sharp, fast, like a wound that would eventually scar.But this wasn't a scar.It was a fire that wouldn't go out.Hour after hour, it burned through me, consuming every thought, every breath. The heat of it seemed to melt my very bones, leaving me formless, shapeless in its wake. I'd always imagined heartbreak as something cold—an absence, a void. This was the opposite. This was too much feeling, too much sensation, like every nerve ending in my body had been exposed and set aflame.My room was dark when I opened my eyes, though I didn't remember closing them. The only light came from the sliver of moon through the cracked windowpane above my bed. The same moon that had witnessed my ruin. Its silver glow seemed almost accusing now, as though it too judged me for my failure to
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