The bed was cold when you awoke. You stretched out an arm, expecting to feel warm flesh next to you but instead your fingertips were met with the softly worn sheets.
Aching muscles groaned in protest as you sat upright to stretch, the chilly air making your bare skin prickle. Your phone glowed dimly in the darkness, silently beckoning for you to unlock it. Ice shot through your veins as you noticed three individual messages from the three men who each claimed your heart for themselves, leaving you left with a gaping void in your heart.