MELISSA’S POV

I left Xavier’s apartment broken, i had to leave because he needed space and didn't want to see my face, the memories of those photos of me in his phone made my chest ache as though someone had reached into my ribs and wrenched my heart out. I couldn’t stop the tears from spilling; I didn’t even bother wiping them anymore. The air outside was cold, sharp against my wet face, but it didn’t sting as much as his words had.

The car ride home blurred by, a string of ...