My eyes stung.

But I had promised myself yesterday never to cry for Ethan again, so I held it back.

My breathing was heavy as I tried to control myself.

I held the paper by the edge.

The small cut already tearing its way through ready to divide the paper into two, but I stopped myself.

Unlocking my desk drawer, I pushed it inside, and then locked it after.

This hurt more than I expected it to.

It hurt ...