The 72-Hour Lover

1.

Seven years.

I gave Jackson Hayes seven whole years of my life.

2,555 days. 87,600 hours.

Countless times waking up at 3:00 AM, reaching out just to make sure he was still there.

And him?

He took one week―just one single week―to climb into the bed of an NYU sophomore.

"Sophia, I’m tired."

That was his reason for breaking up with me. Just those three words.

At the time, I was holding his Tom Ford shirt, freshly picked up from the dry cleaner.

The black one. His favorite.

I had drive