What?
Savina It’s been three weeks since we came back from Hell, I slept almost two whole days afterwards. We have been sleeping in his bedroom after that. He seems different but he won’t talk about it. I try to break down his walls but they are up so high, it’s nearly impossible to get through. I am worried he resents me for what he had to do. I’m laying in the bathtub in the dark, just the dim light from the window outside.. The water is hot and on the verge of overflowing the tub. I sigh as I put my head under the water, things used to be so different. So easy...before all of it. Sometimes I find myself thinking about what would have happened if I did drown in the ocean that night. What would have become of me? Do we really have souls? What would have happened to mine. My mother always tol
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