Chapter 86

• *JACKSON*
• Sitting in the middle of the bed that I once shared with my mate, the weight of solitude pressed down on me. The air around me hung heavy and the memories replaying in my head of all the happy memories I had with Chantelle in this room deepened my regret and sadness. I laid back in bed with a heavy sigh, scrubbing my palms down my face as if it could assuage the heaviness I felt in my soul.
• The room felt emptier today of all days, my life felt emptier. Chantelle’s presence which I had taken for granted now haunted me. Her laughter seemed to resound from the walls of this very room. Her scent pervaded my nostrils and I felt that if I blinked hard enough, I would see her, sitting at the vanity, doing her hair and asking me what I thought of the style. I closed my eyes but opened them quickly as the ache in my heart became more pronounced.