Everything in my life feels so out of place. My mind keeps racing over past memories, trying to figure out what's real and what's fake. So far, I'm sure everything is fake... just like my identity.
My eyes feel numb, that and of course my throat too. My body is drained because of all the crying I've been doing. I cried for a long time, longer than usual to the point where I don't even think that there's any more water left in my system. I'm physically so tired that the world can be on fire and I'd honestly wouldn't do a damn thing about it.
It's been a total of three days since that day with Odessa. And ever since then, I've been hiding inside Torrin's room, well old room. Things have been super awkward between the two of us, but we're making it work... kinda.
A knock sounds at the door
