ALEXANDER
It’s been days, no, weeks maybe. I’ve stopped keeping track. Everything has blurred into the same hollow stretch of hours that never seem to end. The sun rises and sets, but I barely notice anymore. The world moves on, but I’m stuck in the same goddamn place.
Since Emmaline’s banishment, I’ve been a f*****g mess. There’s no other word for it. I wake up thinking about her. I go to sleep thinking about her. Every breath I take feels wrong without her beside me. I keep wondering where she is, what she’s doing, if she’s safe, if she still hates me. I tell myself to stop, to move on, but I can’t. Even against my better judgment, even against the part of me that knows it’s pointless, I can’t help it.
She was everything to me. Every f*****g thing.
I would have died for her. Gladly.
