Aiden
The last time she cried was when I found her shivering in the rain.
The last time she spoke was after she saw her cousin's corpse.
Since then, she hadn't made a sound. The only noises she spared me were the soft sound of her breathing and the occasional hiss in her sleep.
She stares through me with empty eyes, moves like a doll wound up and left to break, and I can't deny the truth. I did this to her.
I thought it would take three days as usual to get her to come around. A week has passed, and she is only a shell of the woman she used to be. I would rather she curse me, spit those hurtful words, and look at me with hate. Anything but this deadness.
Yet, even as I watch her slip further away, I can't bring myself to let her go. Selfish, I know, but I would rather keep her bro
