EMMALINE
The days blur.
Even though they’ve long given me the antidote, even though Alexander has had me strictly on bed rest, completely staying off my feet, I don’t feel whole. My body is stronger now, yes, but inside I am not the same. There’s still a heaviness in my veins, a fog that refuses to lift, like the poison left behind little pieces I can’t get rid off no matter how many times I breathe. My skin doesn’t feel like mine. My reflection in the mirror looks too pale, too fragile, like a stranger is staring back.
And as for Alexander, he’s barely said a word to me.
I replay our last conversation in my head every night. The silence that followed still lingers between us, brittle and unyielding. I don’t regret the words. I can’t. Not after everything. He dragged me here, into this
