89 TRYING TO SURVIVE

PERSY

It was with big, fat tears tolling down my cheeks that I blocked Aiden's number. I blocked his number alongside every other person I knew through him. His parents were included, of course.

I kept hitting my chest as I stayed under a familiar bridge and cried my eyes out. I covered my face up as usual. I had an oversized scarf which came in handy now. I covered my face with it, just so the nosy paparazzi would not make a feast out of my misery. Of ...