Not healed. I’d never be healed. There would always be an open, bleeding hole inside of me. I wouldn’t ever feel happiness in the same way I had before. But I also wasn’t going to sink into the pit of despair, despite how damn tempting it was. Then again, I couldn’t have even if I wanted to since I had friends who wouldn’t let me do that. Rowan wouldn’t let me do that. He was there. Always. His hands on my body, his mouth on mine, making me feel alive. Making me feel excited to be alive.
