I let the Boogeyman in with a smile, then something worse kicked down the door.
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Lily’s POV
A knock on the door pulled me from the quiet rhythm of my nightly routine. I paused mid-motion, fingers still cool from the serum I’d been patting onto my skin.
The room felt... off. Too still. Too quiet without him.
I’d gotten home hours ago, buried myself in a book to pass the time, until the author decided to rip my heart out and kill off the male lead. I’d cried in the bathtub like I’d lost someone real. Pathetic, maybe. But it hit a nerve.
I was grieving a fictional character and missing a very real person at the same time. Alex.
That’s why I found his shirt in the wardrobe and slipped it on. It hung low on my thighs, soft with wear, still holding the faint trace of his scent. Like ced
