The Wound That Never Heals​

Summary

I went to my ex-boyfriend's apartment, ready to beg him to take me back. It had only been a week since we’d broken up. I pushed the door open and found him leaning down, kissing someone else.

The girl was wearing my silk nightgown.

And she wasn't just anyone. It was Iris. My roommate for all four years of college.

Just last night, back in our dorm room, Iris mentioned she might be moving out. She said the guy she'd been crushing on for ages had finally asked her out and wanted her to move in with him.