After three weeks,
At night, Alice lies with her back turned to me, and I wonder how to ease her pain. Although her physical wounds are gradually healing, the wounds within her remain as raw as they were. She remains quiet, hardly even talking to me, just keeps staring at the ceiling or out of the window.
Despite my attempts to seek help from so many doctors and therapists, none seem to offer her any solace. My heart aches to witness her in such a state. I feel so helpless.
I pull out of Alice’s thoughts as I hear her sobs. My emotions are close to overflowing, but I gather my composure.
“Hey, baby, I’m here for you. Please don’t cry.” I whisper, embracing her from behind.
“I’m not feeling good, Alexander.” She hiccups. “I have lost myself.”
“You’re going to be okay, my love. I promi
