Emily P.O.V.
Tears no longer stain my cheeks and leak down onto my shirt. I was never good at handling the death of friends or family. It always seemed to break me down even when I tried to hold back the waterfall of tears that threaten my eyes. Swallowing the hard choking sobs that wanted to fly out from my mouth. I normally was a stable and composed person when it came to dealing with a loss. But, not this time.
I broke at the loss of Roland, I had only known him for a short time but every interaction was very real and embedded into my memory. He helped me understand my blood and DNA. He helped me gain a better understanding that I was more than just a mere human and for that, I would be truly grateful to him.
All of his notes and data was lost in the explosion and forever died with
