Most days, I’m too numb to feel anything, but on other days, the cloud is too close. The gloominess suffocates my breathing, my being, and everything I’ve ever strived for. Some days, I’m hit with the fact that I won’t see her shadowing me and competing with Viktor over who can protect me better. And then there are the days where I wonder why I’m still breathing when she isn’t. This is one of those days. I need all these fucking people out of my face so that I can get drunk at her grave like I do every day. The few hours I sleep against the tree opposite her tombstone is the only sleep I ever
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