Curtis was devastated.
His heart had broken into a million tiny pieces, and those pieces had been shattered into another million pieces.
In simpler words, his heart, mind, soul and body, was in shreds.
Lara had left him.
There was a hollow silence in his bones, a silence that grew louder with each passing moment.
His wife. The love of his fucking life. She had left.
He couldn't breathe. How could he, when he has watched her leave? How dare he draw air into his lungs, when his limbs had failed him when he needed them the most?
Lara had walked away from him, and he had watched her leave, too helpless to stop her.
His life had lost all colour. Everything was gray. Dull. Depressing.
His phone was ringing. The sound jarred him out of the mindless fog he had descended into since Lara had left him days ago, but he didn't stir.
He didn't even look at the phone to see who was calling. Curtis only wanted to talk to one person, and that person was Lara.
