Blake's POV
She's gone. She left. It's been 2 days of pure torture, frustration, confusion and anger. I don't know what to do with myself. I felt so angry that she was treading a dangerous path all by herself. She wants to carry this burden without me. Why would she feel the need to do so? I am the one who is supposed to protect her. Does she have such little me?
When I saw that she had left, I called her, but she didn't pick up. I headed straight to her house. Her grandmother was as clueless as I was. When we both headed upstairs to check if she was in her room, she was long gone. I was too late. I found the letter she left on her table that confirmed everything. She didn't say much, but it felt like she was somehow saying her goodbyes.
The pain I felt was unbearable. I felt worthless
