Nina

I wake up, but it doesn’t feel like I’ve actually slept. My head’s fuzzy, everything’s heavy, like the world’s been sitting on top of me all night. I roll over, squinting at the clock. 7:30 a.m. I drag myself out of bed, hands gripping the edge of the mattress like I’m holding onto sanity.

Fuck. My whole body aches, not from anything physical, but from the emotional hangover. Elijah. That conversation. I don’t even know what to do with myself anymore.

I shuffle into the ...