CHAPTER 87: THAT SHOULDN'T MAKE YOU CRY LIKE THIS
AMANDA'S POV:
I went home feeling thoroughly exhausted. My chest was heaving in agony, and my mind was a complete mess. I didn't know how much longer I was going to take it.
When I eventually dragged myself through the front door, it felt like I was carrying the weight of the whole world on my shoulders. I was spent. Every ounce of energy I had left was gone, leaked out through the sweats of my efforts, and tears that wouldn't stop falling.
My face felt tight, my eyes were burning, and my chest was aching so bad I thought my heart might actually crack in half.
Life just wasn't fair. It was like I was walking through a storm that never ended, and every time the sun tried to peek out, someone went and blocked it with a brick
