~ About a month later ~
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Everything. Sucks.
That's all I can really say about life these days. A whole month without my mate and I feel like I'm crumbling. Hell, I am crumbling. Pathetically so.
"Darling, if you can't focus, then perhaps you should take a break," Mum said as she watched me fail at yet another potion.
"I'm focused," I lied.
"Runa, darling, you make a large supply of this particular potion every month," she replied gently. "For the last hundred years I might add."
I sighed as I looked down. I put mugwart in it instead of lavender. Who even makes a mistake like that?
"I'm losing my touch," I muttered.
Which feels accurate as hell. I'm scatterbrained these days. I can't focus, and I swear I'm losing my mind. Is th
