It took every ounce of strength to let Dragomar go.
As I was left alone in the quiet cabin, I was hoping for some sort of calm and peace to take over.
But it was so quiet. All I could hear was the wood cracking in the fire. Everything outside was covered in snow and death. No birds, no noises, just tall, still trees. Not even a breeze.
As I was watching all this from my window, anxiety took over.
I started to breathe heavily. I was overwhelmed by all these sudden emotions.
Fear… worry… grief…
I started to walk nervously around the room, talking to myself, mostly nonsense.
Pacing around the room, grabbing my hair wasn’t helping.
I needed to calm down. So, I grabbed my notepad and a pencil, tried to put my thoughts on paper, making lists of pros and cons.
The frustration was
