Alexander POV
The note was creased, it seemed too emotional and she had pressed it almost to death, sat down on the edge of my door, and then slipped it underneath.
I saw it in the morning at break of day hiding at the corner where the light of the lantern stretched across to the threshold. I would have misjudged unless I was pacing.
The words inside weren’t many.
“What if something inside me isn’t meant to be saved?”
Even after finishing the reading, I was staring at them. The ink was smeared all around like she had rubbed her fingers all over or she had been crying when she wrote it.
That part destroyed me.
She didn’t ask for help. Didn’t even sign her name.
But it was her. That voice. That weight.
I knew it like I knew my own shadow.
And I hated that I wasn’t there when she ne
