Between the lines of love

d by memories of Nathan. The room seemed too still, too quiet for my mind, which was anything but. I could feel the heaviness in

I felt like a shell of who I once was. The breakup wasn't just a loss of love-it was a lo

I was convinced we were heading toward something real. But his sudden coldness, the arguments, the distance..

d I don

slipped away. My mind wandered back to the breakup. His words echoed in my head, his tone sharp, final. "I just don't fee

away the stray tear that had escaped down my cheek, not wanting an

g my face. Clara was the type of person who could read you like a book.

need to. Her presence alone was a comfor

and stepping inside. "You're not going to stay in

half-hearted

aking a seat beside me. "But we're going out. No more sitting in y

hing seemed to be falling apart. She had short, jet-black hair, tattoos on her arms that told stories, and a wardrobe full of bold,

y head. "How do I just move on from this?

ou of something. Nathan? He's not worth it

lways have a way of puttin

come on. I've got a killer outfit in mind for you. You're goi

n took it. Maybe it wasn't going to be easy, but I knew I had