LEAH
The gardens have never looked more hollow. The petals seem too dull, and the leaves droop like they’re mourning something too. Maybe it's me they're mourning.
I sit by the farthest edge of the garden, where no one comes. My feet are bare against the soil, and it's soft and mushy, grounding me. But even that doesn’t soothe the heavy weight pressing on my chest.
It's almost a week already and I still can't get it off my chest.
Lucian… kissed someone else?
It's just like I was in another one of my nightmares, this one threatening to never allow me to wake up. Anger, pain and agony claw at my heart each time I remember how he touched her, how he allowed her to touch his face, my mate's face.
I exhale loudly, my breath hitching against my throat. Is it his fault? No. I'm the one
