Maria
Sitting in the club, drowning myself in bottles of vodka, I couldn’t shake the wave of loneliness threatening to swallow me whole.
It’s been four weeks since I caught them.
My best friend and my boyfriend—f*****g on the bed I bought with my own money, in the house I built with my sweat.
I picked them both from the gutter and made them who they are today, and still… they stabbed me twice in the back.
I don’t want to think about it anymore. It drives me insane.
A strange prickling crawled over my skin, making me drop my cup. Someone was watching me. I lifted my gaze, scanning the club—and my eyes landed on a pair of emerald ones.
Sharp. Intense. Beautiful enough to melt the coldest heart.
I stared longer than I meant to… and he didn’t look away either.
Something in my chest ti
