Theo’s POV
The master bedroom was completely dark. The heavy curtains were pulled tightly shut, blocking out the morning sun and I sat on the cold wooden floor, leaning my heavy back against the edge of the bed.
The room was an absolute mess. It looked exactly like the inside of my broken heart. Selena's things were scattered all over the floor.
I dragged the cardboard boxes out of the closet yesterday. Her clothes, her books, and most of her belongings.
The physical pain was nothing compared to the massive, bleeding hole inside my chest.
Next to me was an empty bottle of whiskey and I held another in my other hand. I lifted it to my lips and took a long, deep swallow. The strong alcohol burned my throat, but it didn't do anything to numb the pain. It didn't wash away the terrible m
