Will’s P.O.V.
I rise from the floor, feeling like I’m drowning. I badly need a cold shower to clear my mind. I drag myself to my room with heavy legs. It feels like they’re made of stone.
As I open the door, I feel complete silence in my room. Not the peaceful kind of silence, but the kind that suffocates you.
Then my eyes fall on the nightstand, on the photo frame of us. The one she gifted me.
I walk toward it, taking slow steps. I pick it up with the same hand that’s still holding the necklace. My fingers trace over our picture as I stare at it with a painful smile. I remember that moment clearly, her head resting on my shoulder, both of us smiling, like we had the whole world in our arms. She snapped that selfie instantly, capturing us just as we were.
And I remember the day she g
