This Love Is Dead
Or the time I had a high fever and was stranded at a highway rest stop.
I called her, and she told me her legs were acting up, and she couldn't even move.
Another lie.
That night, I burned with fever in the freezing cold, while she was tangled up with Curtis in his bed, wild and inseparable.
Ever since her legs started recovering these past two weeks, Curtis kept sending me messages.
Each one peeled back another layer of those so-called sweet memories, and each one landed like a fatal blow.
Every truth felt like a blade driven straight into my chest. Bloody, brutal, and unbearable.