NOAH
The first heavy rush of the pain began to level out, leaving behind a dull, throbbing weight. The next thought arrived automatically, the only logical conclusion to a mess like this.
You should walk away. Pack your things and leave and never look back again.
But the moment the thought formed, I knew I wasn't going to do it. I couldn't.
Not today, not tomorrow, not anytime soon.
Because this wasn't just some crush. It wasn't just me being attracted to a handsome guy with money and bad habits.
It was love. It was the heavy, stubborn kind of love that keeps you glued to a plastic chair in an intensive care unit for four weeks straight, working yourself until your eyes are bloodshot and your head spins.
It was the kind of love that makes you collapse onto a stranger's shoulder outside your own apartment building because you are too tired to stand up and too scared to go inside alone.
