The weight of hate

POV

Millie

Wednesday morning.

Another morning of not waking up next to X. I silently cried myself to sleep for yet another night but it’s a new day and it’s time to put on a happy face for work.

I pull into the parking lot, doing a glance over at my makeup in the rearview mirror. Today, I decided to amp up the makeup only by a fraction from yesterday and straighten my hair which has picked up a little lightness from the sun's rays. Steph teased the hell out of me before leaving because of my extra effort in my appearance thinking it was all for Nick but it’s not, it’s for me. I feel as though when I look better, I feel better and any ounce of hope for achieving that I’ll do.

I walk into the modern-style building and find my way to Nicks's office. I gently knock on the door waiting until he calls out for me to come in.

Shit, he looks better than yesterday.

His medium brown hair is slightly longer than X’s overall. The light wave in his hair is pushed back with minimal product mak