'When things are breaking down, sometimes, the best thing you can do is to let them break.'
N I K L A U S ' s P o V
Every day felt like a different form of torture. How long had it been? One day. Two days. Three days. Four days. Five days. Sixth day. It was the sixth day today. And I felt like a failure. I had almost stopped eating, I drank only enough water to survive, my men kept reminding me that I had to continue eating and training for if it ever came down to a fight, I had to be strong enough to hold my own but I just couldn't. I couldn't sleep without seeing her in my dreams. I couldn't stay in this house without remembering little things about her. I couldn't visit her room without still hearing her laughter resonating in my ears. She wasn't here with me. She was not safe in my
