Mark's Point of View
A chilling wail wakes me. My body is soaked in sweat, and my heart is racing. I bolted upright in bed, repeatedly tried to breathe properly, after a while I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling with my arms behind my head, I felt like s**t. I'm having trouble sleeping. I'm haunted by Katy's scent, which is still clinging to my bedsheets. I draw her pillow over my face to inhale her scent. It's a feeling of both hell and heaven.
I let go of her.
I had no choice but to let her go.
The void has become vast and agonizing, completely overwhelming me. What the hell have you done, Mark? She's no longer here. She's truly gone. That was the greatest thing that ever happened to me. She swore to me she would never leave. I close my eyes, blocking out those dead, pitying l
