after you let her go ● conrad fisher

chapter four

I sleep in half the day, the sheets of my bed all wrinkled. I don't plan on getting up. I plan on staying right here, laying down in my bed. Letting the pain consume me and letting the pain cut sharp into my chest. Letting my eyes fill up with tears and letting myself get all choked up. Feeling the teardrops fall down my face and onto the sheet, forming a puddle. Letting all the memories race through my head, facing the fact that I just lost the love of my life, and I'm never gonna get her back. It's been about a week since I said bye to Belly in that motel. I don't know why, but my phone reaches the phone to message Jere.