Luca
My phone is still dead on the night stand, but I stare at it nonetheless. It has been a week, a whole f*ucking week since that night Veronica got snatched out of my hands and since then it has been radio silence.
The details of what happened exactly after Victor dragged her out of my sight are still fuzzy, because my brain is soft from all the beating I took but it is not like I’ve not been there before, so I don’t care about it in the slightest. The physical wounds have never bothered me. They are like medals for me, a proof I can take everything and survive no matter how hard life’s had it in for me. Plus, it is the first time I am healing this good and fast so it really doesn’t matter.
By Tuesday, I am on my feet, the bruises are gone and I kind of miss them because they are lik
