LAURA

“No one dies from a broken heart.”

That was my best friend’s attempt at reassuring me that I was, in fact, not going to die from this pain I felt. 

I doubted it, but I mustered a small smile at her and went back to what I’d been doing for the past hour—staring at the blank wall. I wasn’t sure why I’d even bothered to ask her when I knew the answer was a big fat yes.

I firmly believed that I could very well die from the sheer amount of pain I was feeling. Everything on the inside of my body hurt.

Every. Single. Thing.

Hell, even breathing...