“Lexie, you're not a freak, honey. And you’re not alone,” Rory whispered into my hair. I hadn’t even realized I spoke out loud. I shook my head. I didn’t care. It was over. “They’re gone,” I gasped as everything poured out of me. I had nothing left. I didn’t have any more fight. I was done. My heart was a raw and aching pit inside my chest. Just let the fucking dead have me, this hurt too much. I can’t take this anymore.
