War (The Four Horsemen, #2)

by Laura Thalassa

“I don’t want to be awake when you’re asleep. Talking with you reminds me of how lonely it is to exist.”

Loss is a wound that never heals. Never never never. It scabs over, and for a time you can almost forget it’s there, but then something—a smell, a sound, a memory—will split that wound right open, and you’ll be reminded again that you’re not whole. That you’ll never fully be whole again.