Chapter Title: The Weight of What Ifs
—Alysson’s POV—
It’s been a week. Seven endless, aching days. And I haven’t done anything but curl into myself and cry. Not the kind of tears that fall quietly. The kind that wreck you. The kind that leave you gasping, clawing at your own skin, desperate to rip the grief out from your bones.
I don’t know how to do anything else. I don’t remember how. How do you nearly spend a year with someone, talk to them everyday, see them nearly every day and then suddenly you'll never see or hear them again. What I would give for him to call me 'Princess' one more time.
I feel lost—adrift in a version of the world where light doesn’t exist. I feel hollow, like someone took a shovel to my chest and scooped out everything that mattered. And beneath it all, the g
