Confidently Lost
JAVI
A branch digs into the fleshy part of my forearm, dragging its claws into me so deep that it draws blood that drips down to my elbow.
I notice the cut… but I don’t even feel the pain.
I grab the branch, gripping it hard, letting the bark bite in my palms before I snap it violently, cracking it in half and throwing it to the ground. In the time it takes to do this, it begins to feel real. Like somebody’s throat.
Like Delilah’s throat.
I could strangle the life out of her right now. But that’s not possible.
Because she’s gone, long gone, her hotel room empty.
I sat, staring at the empty walls of her room, confused, until comprehension finally sunk its teeth into me. Nearly seven days.
Of talking, traveling, fighting to stay alive. With me.
And Del never said o
