❝Does it still hurt?❞ ❝What?❞ ❝Loving him.❞ It takes me awhile to answer that because I don't know what to say. But then, every moment and memory we had ever shared together hits me all at once and it feels like someone is choking me as I try to breathe in air. Gasping, I finally answer. ❝Yeah. Fuck, yeah. It still hurts.❞ the sequel to six years. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED | 2017 FUCKERINGS