Ezekiel
I've never been one to find comfort in dreams, but now I pray for them. I pray that this is nothing more but a cruel trick of my mind, a nightmare I'll wake from any second. Because the reality before me, her still body in my arms, her warmth fading is something I can't bear. I want to open my eyes and find her alive, smiling, breathing. I want to wake up from this hell.
But as the days bleed into one another, the nightmare refuses to end and it begins to feel agonizingly real. Since that night, I haven't left her side. Not once. The world outside could be burning, my pack could be crumbling, and I wouldn't know. None of it matters, because my world already ended the moment she slipped away.
I sit by her bed, my hand wrapped around hers, pressing her cold fingers to my cheek as
