Zane

I was numb.

I felt numb.

Maybe it was emotional numbness, like when news hits you so hard you have no choice but to deny the fact that you have feelings - I wish.

"Here," Will tossed me a bag of marshmallows.

"No thanks." I grumbled shoving them off the bed and onto the floor, they reminded me of her, of the pain I felt at finding out that she wasn't who I thought she was.

I'd given her everything.

Except for one thing - the one ...