Surprisingly, it didn't hurt as much as it used to.
I remembered the times Christian had hurt me and I'd cry, feeling like my heart was ripping from my chest. Back then the pain had been unbearable, like I was being shattered from the inside out.
But now?
Now, it was bearable.
Not because it hurt any less, but because I'd grown used to it.
Like bruises you stop tending to. Like a wound you no longer treat because it never fully heals.
With him, the pain had become routine. Like hurting me was something within his character. Like it was part of the package of loving Christian Gulf.
Toxic.
It was definitely toxic. But my heart still yearned for him. I'd tried everything. And whenever I thought I was over him, something happens and I realize that he was still deeply rooted in my heart.
"You really wanna talk about this?" He asked.
"Yes." I said without hesitating.
"Fine. But not here. I told you, I have work I must attend to."
"No. I want to talk—"
