Jenny

I stressed on every word coming out of my mouth, “Get out, Zachary.” I repeated over and over, and the aches in my chest became squeezes, I couldn’t hold myself straight. My legs weakened; I lost the ability to breathe as if I was going to lose my consciousness.

But I insisted, I opened the door, and he stroked out of the room without commenting or saying a single word.

I shut the door behind him and slide down on my knees, crying heavily, trying to get back to my normal breathing. But it was impossible; I needed fresh air to fill my blocked lungs.

Losing him was not...