Ace
It was like trying to live without air.
Every corner of the Packhouse echoed in my f*****g head with her absence. Even when she was there, tucked away in that quiet room with her silence and her ghosts, it still felt like she was gone from the house. I walked towards the servants quarters only to past her door sometimes, just walked, not knocked, and stood there, listening for sounds that never came. Not even a breath.
Sometimes, I stood there longer than I should’ve. Listening to her not speak. Not cry. Not exist in the way she used to.
She was a very quiet mouse without me around to make her squeak.
I missed her.
No. I didn't miss her, what the hell?
I walked down the hall, my fingers tucked in my pockets.
Fuck, I hated that I missed her…..because I did.
I tried to remind
