Chapter91

#Chapter91

Axel's P.O.V.

Deep breaths.

In, out. In, out.

Come on. It's not like it's fucking hard.

But it is, it is, it really fucking is.

Still keeping my eyes shut, I refuse to move. I'm still, pretending not to be awake at the moment. Actually, I think I'm trying not to fucking be alive right now. I don't really want to breathe. It seems like it would be useless, kind of just prolonging the inevitable. I woke up half an hour ago without the feel of her skin against mine, her breath on my neck, and I froze.

It's not like I didn't know it would happen, but it still hurts like a motherfucking bitch. Expecting it to happen is one thing, and it actually happening is completely another.

The worst thing is, I can't blame her. I really can't fucking blame her. In a way, I should be happy that she left. She's gonna have a brilliant fucking life. Marry a lawyer or some shit. Not a criminal, like me. Not a fuck-up like me.