Chapter 94: Orchestra of Pain

Miguel's POV

My room was in an utter state of disarray —clothes littered the ground, broken furniture, broken wine glasses. The floor was a mess, and It had been that way since one of the worst things I could have ever imagined happened —Ava left me.

I was still trying to cope with that loss. But I was sucking at it.

It was like she had ripped a massive hole in my chest, and it was just… there.

Empty and large.

I felt drained completely of life and everything else, and I just wanted it all to end.

Every morning I woke up and wondered why. Why did I wake up or why was I even alive? I felt destroyed inside, and my whole existence just seemed pretty meaningless to me.

I sighed loudly, and leaned forward, grabbing my phone and looking through her picture. It was becoming a habit.

My chest hurt, and my heart felt heavy, watching her beautiful face. I rubbed a thumb over her picture wishing that I could touch her even for a minute.

I flipped through her pictures, seeing her smile and kn