A week had passed, and I hadn’t left my room. It felt like the world outside wasn’t meant for me anymore. I didn’t want to face Faruk, didn’t want to see his face or feel his presence. The anger I held simmered just beneath the surface, but it wasn’t even about the anger anymore. It was exhaustion. With Diago gone, I guess I had no choice but to stay in this pack. Spend the rest of my life with the person I hated the most.
But the more I stayed confined to my room, the more trapped I felt in my own thoughts. And with that, the headaches started.
At first, they were dull, easy to ignore—just a pressure behind my eyes. But soon, they turned into sharp pains that made it hard to think or even sleep. No matter how much I rested or how dark I made my room, nothing helped. Eventually, the pain
