Chapter 185: So that's what it feels Like

Damian "I’m breaking up with you," the text message read. “What?” I texted back, disbelief creeping into my fingers. “Charlotte, what do you mean? Is this a joke? Are you pranking me? This isn’t the kind of thing you joke about.” I sent message after message, trying to grasp the reality of what was happening. “Charlotte, babe, my love, what’s going on? Please tell me this is just a misunderstanding.” I began pulling out all the terms of endearment I could think of—sweetheart, honey pie—desperation bleeding into my words. I didn’t even realize how pleading my texts sounded until it was too late. But there was no reply; in fact, the messages weren’t even delivered. I stared at my phone in stunned silence, as the world around me seemed to disappear. Nothing in this reality made any sense, or at least, not enough to justify looking up and engaging with the people around me. Charlotte had broken up with me via text—at least, that’s what it seemed like, and I refused to believe it. There