My body was on fire.

Everywhere hurt.

This is what it's supposed to feel like.

Day three and already I was giving up. I was curled up in a ball in the middle of our bed sobbing. I hadn't moved since yesterday. I couldn't do it; I couldn't handle the burning of my skin or the cramping in my stomach.

It was definitely worse than a period.

I was burning up.

I needed him.

I wanted him but after that last fight I wasn't sure when I'd see him again. I knew he was still here. I could feel him ...