Project Heartbreak
As if the way I looked at him, the way I melted under his touch, the way I whispered his name like a prayer in the dark… that it was all just part of some manipulative game.
A fresh, guttural sob tore through me, so violent it felt like my ribs might crack. I wrapped my arms around my knees, curling into a tight ball on the floor, trying to physically hold the broken pieces of myself together. It felt like he had reached inside my chest, wrapped his fingers around my heart, and just… pulled. The pain was a physical, rending agony. It was a thousand times worse than any ache from last night. That had been a pleasant soreness, a reminder of passion. This was a hollowing out. A void where somet