Alana’s POV
Grief.
I have experienced the word more than most people my age have. The silent destroyer that seeped into your life unannounced and eats away at you until there is nothing left but pieces of destroyed parts of you. It never leaves. The pain heightened every day, leaving you with nothing but a complete and utter mess that you would not be able to recognize even if you look at yourself in the mirror. That was what I was. When I woke up to find out that he was gone, I could not contain myself. How could I have fallen asleep when I knew that someone I cared about was dying in my arms?
It reminded me of when people would call me selfish and stupid. They were right. All of that, while I thought they were the problem when in reality I was. I just chose not to look into the mirr
