Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (best feel good books txt) 📖

I pull the air into my lungs tornly, trying to expel the smiling image of the bastard from my mind. It seems like I have his smell all over me, because it literally tingles all over my skin, making me tortured. I squint, frantically wiping away the damn tears, and straighten with a jerk.

For a second I wonder where to go now. I haven't found an apartment yet. I don't feel like going to a bar. I need space to get my feelings back to normal. There's only one option left. My friends, who I moved out of months ago.

I dial Vikky. After a few rings, my friend sleepily grumbles:

"Reenah? Are you crazy to call so early?"

"Vikky, I'm coming back!"