Knox's p.o.v.
Thoughts. Sometimes it feels like I am drowning in them. Suffocating. Chained. Just...lost inside them.
When that happens my days seem to blur. I work like a zombie, doing everything right but still not present...it feels like someone else is using my body while I am laying there in the back of my head, consumed by my own demons and fear.
The past two days, I have been like that. Since the evening Dad acted all weird and nervous that way, all I could do was think...observe every small detail before that. And last night, I finally realized I was right.
Dad is going to marry Shouka to gain political benefit in Russia.
I have nothing to prove that, no explanation for what made me come to this conclusion. But my mind...it just works differently due to Alexithymia.
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