EMBERLYNN'S POV:
It has been a week or so since Garfield left the pack and I have scarcely left my room since that day. The last week of my life consisted of sleeping, sobbing into my pillow and sitting on my window seat and watching the world pass me by. Realistically, I know this is not a feasible way to go about my life in the long term, but for now, it was all I could manage. Losing Garfield had broken me so entirely, that I haven't even allowed Clover to talk to me since that day. CLover had tried to talk to me many times, trying to cheer me up and lighten my burden by absorbing some of my pain, and I had been a total monster to her in all honesty. All she had tried to do was help me, and I blocked her out, and yet she still took the burden of some of my pain. It almost doesn't seem
