One week later
Shay wandered the halls of the compound as she had taken to doing a lot in the last week; anything she could to distract herself.
Her heart found itself numb with grief but craving its other half. Her mind though was filled with unanswered questions, making her feel like she had two sides fighting with each other. Shay hadn’t told a single soul about Damian as of yet. She wasn’t sure who to say it to or what to say in the first place.
She did not feel like ‘saying’ anything, that is. She felt like screaming; going out into the night and screaming at the skies as loud and as long as her own voice would allow her, until it broke entirely.
Ever since the night of the ball, Damian had been trying to see her or at least talk to her, his messages becoming more desperate with
