Lost doesn't even begin to cover how I feel since Bella broke it off with me. I didn't realize how much I had woven my world into hers until she pulled her threads back, leaving me to fall into a mess on the floor.
She won't answer my calls, texts, or emails. When I showed up on her doorstep, she wouldn't answer the door. At the bar, James refused to let me in. As much as I wanted to deck him in the face, it would've just resulted in a broken hand.
No, instead, I spend my days drinking coffee when I'm at work, whiskey when I'm at home, all to numb the gaping, ragged hole in my chest where Bella used to be.
Not that it does much.
How can one person consume me so much after only a few months in my life?
How could I even let her get that close, knowing she didn't know the whole truth?
And where the fuck do I go from here?
