Edric
The knock on the door interrupted my thoughts, but it was welcome. I needed to get out of my head every now and again.
There’s only one person that would knock on the door.
“Come in.”
The door opened slightly, and she peeked through.
“Can I come in?” she asked innocently.
I tsked, “But I just said…” I held my tongue. “Yes. Come in.” I repeated, already annoyed, and we hadn’t even started conversing yet.
“How are your wounds?” I asked.
“They aren’t there anymore.” She replied, touching her side. “Even though it still sometimes feels like they are.”
“Phantom pain.” I stood up and walked over to the window, feeling the need for some fresh air and sun. I remember my newfound romance with that bastard.
“What is that?” she asked innocently.
“It’s when you experience a pain tha
