DANE'S POV
For two days…
Just two days…
But it felt like two years inside my chest.
Ever since Hailee ended things with me, nothing inside me has felt right.
Nothing in my head, nothing in my heart, nothing in my damn body.
Two whole days.
Two days of replaying her words over and over in my mind.
"I choose Nathan."
The moment she said it, something inside me broke quietly.
No explosion.
No yelling.
Just a soft, painful crack deep under my ribs.
I didn't fight her.
I didn't argue.
I didn't beg.
What was the point?
A person can't force another person to love them.
The night after our conversation, I sat in my house alone, staring at the wall with a bottle of whiskey in my hand.
And then another.
And then another.
I wasn't drunk.
I wished I was.
I wanted the alcohol to numb it, to blur it, to erase her face from my mind for even one damned second.
But nothing worked.
Her smile stayed.
Her laughter stayed.
Her scent stayed.
Hailee stayed.
