LAURA

Ice cream + Good TV = Therapy. 

At least it used to be therapy. I wasn’t very sure it was working right now. 

I hadn’t possessed the will to go to work today. Hadn’t been able to summon an atom of strength. So I’d decided to stay home of course, which ended up being even worse because I was left to my own very loud, very chaotic thoughts. 

No matter how badly I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday. About Alex specifically, not the encounter with his fiancée.

I wanted to cave in so bad. 

Anytime I closed my eyes, I saw his pleading face and pain filled...