2019, March 28th
Caines, Terres Somnia (Zoey)
I had been looking for Aaron all night, having run out the door after him the moment I could make my mind comprehend that he had left. I went everywhere he’d ever taken me, finally ending up in front of the cabin. The lights were on, but now that I might have found him, I didn’t know if I should be here after all. The door opened, and I gasped.
"Won’t you come in?" he asked.
I stepped inside. He was a mess. He looked like he hadn’t slept all night and he reeked of alcohol.
"Aaron. I—"
"You’re sorry, right?" he said absentmindedly, staring intently at a photo of us he had framed and put on the mantle.
It was of me asleep on the floor in his arms in front of the fireplace. I couldn’t answer him, my eyes now also glued to the image. Whe
