Chapter 180 Little Hurt

• The next seven days had her stuck in her room, glaring at the window time and again, her eyes falling to her ring, wrapped around her fingers, reminding her of the hurt.
• She cried until she couldn't cry anymore, clutching at her chest, wanting to rip out the damn organ, refusing to heed the fact that it was only needed to get blood out.
• When she wasn't by the mirror, she was curled up on the bed, listening to her stomach groan in protest at being the one carrying the load of her heart.