Izzy dragged herself up the stairs to her apartment, each step heavier than the last.Her hands fumbled with her bags, and her key slipped between her fingers. She let out a frustrated sigh. When she tried again, her bag slipped and hit the floor with a loud thump.Her chest felt tight, and her shoulders sagged. She bent to pick up the bag, hands shaking, and it slipped again. All the frustration, hurt, and confusion built up inside her, and she felt like she was breaking.Finally, she got her key out and unlocked the door. She stumbled inside, letting the bags fall to the floor, barely holding herself upright.The apartment was quiet, but the silence felt heavy. She barely made it to the couch before the pain hit her fully… the ache from the morning, the coldness from Dominic, and the vulnerability she had tried so hard to hide.She sank onto the couch, hands over her face, and let herself cry. At first, the sobs were soft, then stronger, shaking her whole body.“Izzy?”The voice was
Magbasa pa
Mag-log in
