Saving 6 (Boys of Tommen, #3)

by Chloe Walsh

I never knew devastation until he walked into my world and gave me a glimpse into his. I never knew demons until I stood beside him and watched him battle monsters more frightening than my imagination could ever concoct. I never knew heartbreak until he decimated my heart by decimating his body. I never knew hurt until he walked away from me. I never knew. I never…

I was completely fucking unraveling and I couldn’t stop it from happening. It had happened. I had finally hit my limit. I had nothing left in the tank. Nothing left to give these people. I was done. Gone. Dead inside.

Pain, undiluted and toxic, instantly flooded my chest, seeping through every vein and artery in my body until I could feel nothing but misery. Darkness enveloped me.

I could feel her pain. It was hemorrhaging out of her chest and pouring straight into mine.

“You might be the addict in this relationship, but you’re also the habit that I need to kick,” she choked out, chest heaving as she turned in my arms to face me. “Because I feel like I’m dying when I’m with you, and I feel like I’m dead when I’m not.”

On Sunday, I was numb. On Monday, I was empty. On Tuesday, I was hysterically optimistic that everything would miraculously work out. On Wednesday, I was filled with deranged obsessiveness, which in turn had caused me to fill Joey’s voicemail with needy messages that made me hate myself, and then angry ones that assured him that I hated him much more. On Thursday, I was back to being grief-stricken. And by Friday, I had resigned myself to the fact that I would never willingly celebrate another New Year’s Eve.