“—I’ve never what? Cartier? What? Lost someone I love? No, I can’t say that I fucking have.” Taking a drag of my cigarette, I blow out a cloud of smoke while leaning back to look up at the ceiling. “You know I didn’t even tell him that? That I love him? I was too busy being fucking angry at him—which I still fucking am—for being there, that I didn’t.” My throat swells, strangling the words that want to come out. The tightness rises all the way up my throat until it cripples the marrow in my jaw.
