Ezra helped me meld the scattered pieces of myself. He gave me some new ones from himself that he would never ask back, and I forged some from who we were together.
I had the hardest time sorting out the pieces of who I used to be, who I am now, and who I could have been.
I spent so much time trying to mold a persona, so much time perfecting it; when it was gone, it was both freeing and terrifying.
Because I did not expect to have to learn who I was underneath it, the raw, confused, jumbled bits that were left of me.
And I could not mesh them together.
Was there a part of me that wanted to k.ill? It was my initial reaction now to start plotting the d.eaths of all the Alphas who said no to me during the challenge.
I couldn’t understand if that was an instinct, a part of me, something
