*Natalie*
The chill of the concrete floor seeps through my skin as I lie in the dark, the space under the bed barely enough to call my own. I've lost count of the days, but the date today is etched in my mind for some reason, the ninth of february, Levir birthday.
They say the mind can wander far when the body is confined, and mine travels to Levi, Levi, replaying the moment our lives intertwined, a moment I would endure over and over for the sake of Levir heartbeat.
Christian's heavy footsteps echo in the room, a constant reminder of my reality here. "Natalie doesn't exist anymore," he sneers, his voice a sharp edge that cuts through the stillness. The sound of my name on his lips feels like a violation, a theft of the person I was with Levi, the woman Levi called darling. He's bleach
