world is upon me, pressing against my chest. My eyes widen, as I try to calm down my active mind. Easy breathing, Emma. No more panic attacks for you. It’s not worth it. Aiden’s not worth it. You don’t have much left except your sanity. You pushed forward without Jeremiah beside you and you can do it again. Time heals all wounds, don’t they say?
I lay all the way down on the mattress, trying to find a comfortable spot. I sigh shakily, placing my hands behind my head. I count methodically, finding a steady rhythm I can deal with. I close my eyes, forcing myself not to cry from exhaustion, both mental and physical.
I feel a few tears drip down my cheek, my willpower officially broken. I can’t stop the flow as my breath comes out in shallow pants. Why do I feel so raw and exposed?
Uh, it’s called a broken heart, dumbass! Something you have never had before. Yeah, I felt l oss when Jeremiah died but this… this is torture of the worst kind. I feel so guilty for even comparing them but I just can’t help it. It’s almost as if Jeremiah showed me how to love and Aiden allowed me to fully love. I gave him everything. I gave him all of me. That’s why I feel so empty and helpless. I need to find a way to get back what I lost. There is no way I can handle this hell I’m in. I’m at my breaking point and that scares the shit out of me.
After what seems like a lifetime of crying, I feel my body shutting down from overexertion. I silently rejoice, fully understanding that this will be how I end my night for a long time to come. That’s what happens when you love someone like Aiden Crowe. It fucking sucks the life out of you but it’s the price you have to pay. I curse his name as the darkness invades my body, filling me up to the point of no return.
“Wake up, Em. Damn, I thought I slept in but you really put me to shame.”
“Huh?” I murmur disoriented.
I yawn loudly, groaning in annoyance.
“You ’ve got to get up. I’m taking you shopping before work,” I hear.
“Fuck off,” I say , although it really sounded like “frum frof” because my mouth is moving against my pillow.
“Wow , Em. Here I was regretting not waking up to you this morning,” Lucas says chuckling.
“Coffee,” I mutter turning my head to the side.
I can just imagine how cute I look this morning. The puffy, red-eyed look that I’m almost positive I’m sporting is totally in right now! Maybe I’ll start a new trend.
I groan in pain, feeling the swelling and puffiness that is currently my face.
“I can see that shopping is out of the question,” he says finally witnessing my face.
I see him wince, probably feeling sorry for me. Any blind person could tell that I was crying waterfalls last night.
“How about you just relax here before work and I’ll go out and get us some coffee?” he says brushing my hair out of my face.
Lucas can be the sweetest, most caring guy when he wants to be. I lock eyes with him, admiring how well he’s handling me in my delicate state. Most guys would just tell me to stop moping and get the hell over Aiden. Not Lucas though. He’s one of the few good ones.
His eyes soften as they continue to hold mine. He moves his hand down my cheek, brushing the sensitive skin with his thumb. I inhale softly.
Shit! What was that? Did we just have a moment?
He starts leaning towards my mouth and I panic. I move my head the away from him, desperately wanting to be anywhere else right now.
“ Kitten breath,” I blurt out.
“Kitten breath?” he asks confused and hurt.
“Yeah, like morning breath but way cuter. Nothing like dragon breath,” I say grasping for straws.
Hopefully he’ll believe that I didn’t want to kiss him because of that. I hear him chuckle as I turn my head around towards him, my lips clamped shut as I continue the farce.
“ Em, you’re ridiculous, you know that? I really don’t care. I’ll kiss you any way I can. If that’s your excuse, then you better be ready