Emmalee
Sybille rubs my back comfortingly while I try to get my emotions in check. She hasn't said a thing to me since the horrible news was dropped onto my lap like a nuclear bomb.
What's there to say, anyway?
Nothing apart from her presence would ever be enough. Words mean very little at a time like this, I've come to realize. When my parents died, everyone I encountered told me how sorry they were for my loss, some even going as far as saying that they'd take my pain away if they could.
I thanked them kindly but deep down, I didn't feel anything. Their words didn't offer me any emotional support. I fared it all on my own.
Maybe it's a bitchy thing to say but it's how I feel.
With Cade, the emotions swirling through me are complicated. Our last moments together were horrible. W
