Page 4 of If By Chance


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I’m sure it will become a little more unbearable in the morning, but it won’t end me.

A part of me always knew our promises weren’t made with our whole hearts, and just like my engagement ring, we never truly fit.

So instead of wasting my energy on an argument I don’t want, I simply slip the ring off my finger, place it on the dresser, turn around and leave.

Chapter Two

Sunsets and donuts—the ultimate guide to mending a broken heart.

But not just any donuts.

Oh, no.

These are Maggie May’s donuts. These donuts can put back all the pieces of a freshly shattered heart and soothe old scars.

Well, they do, for a while.

The sound of the ocean and the feel of the sun on my skin also help.

I sip on my coffee to wash down the last of the sugary glaze before squeezing the box, dumping it in the bin, and taking my seat again on the bench.

Couples and families stroll on the beach while dogs rush in and out of the lapping waves. It’s quieter than usual. Kids are back at school soon after spring break, and the tourists have gone home.

Just a few minutes for the sound of the waves to wash over my aching body—that’s all I need.

I never knew heartbreak could hurt more than your heart. It’s manifesting in this ball of fire and burning all the way to my fingertips. It makes my stomach churn, and the more I think about it, the more these donuts don’t want to stay down. I swallow and curse myself under my breath.

Pull yourself together.

I’ve had more boyfriends than I care to remember, but none of them got under my skin like Caleb. None of them stuck around long enough to claw their way through my soul. The most sickening part is that he made me fall in love with him while doing it.

I never pictured a future with someone until Caleb. I never imagined myself getting married or having little rascals to love.

He forced me to see a future.

He forced me to dream and have hope.

Hope.

The worst of all emotions.

It’s difficult to build, but is easily crushed in the second it takes for someone to decide they want to jump into bed with someone else.

Why didn’t he let me go when we first started dating?

I pushed him away because I thought he was like all the others. But he always returned.

I pushed, and he pushed back.

He made me cave.

Me!

Granted, he always did it when he wore that damn uniform.

But he was sweet.

Too sweet.

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