I sit on the cold marble floor outside Moon's room, my knees drawn up tight against my chest, my arms wrapped around myself like a desperate attempt to hold the shattered pieces of me together.
The polished stone beneath me leaches warmth from my body, its chill seeping through the thin fabric of my clothes with slow, relentless persistence. The cold creeps into my bones, but I barely register it. My mind is somewhere else entirely—somewhere I don't want to be, somewhere I can't escape.
Four words circle in my head, over and over, relentless as a heartbeat, cruel as a curse.
You still love him.
I press my forehead against my knees and close my eyes. I want to feel numb. I want to feel nothing, so nothing can hurt me anymore.
