Missing him only strengthened with each passing day, and putting on a face for everyone to see became a daily battle. Torn between two worlds—life with Ollie, and life after him. Only, I never wanted or expected an after. My body and my heart both refused it, keeping me up each night, inducing the night terrors. He lingered inside my head, words always haunting me, his voice always reminding me of what we had. He’d left this beautiful trauma inside me, and the flame of what we shared burned.
