Cedric's POV
With all the calm I can muster, and what little patience I have left, I grab the black shirt from the bed and start to dress. I slip my arms into it and begin buttoning it up, staring at my reflection in the mirror, thinking about what my life has become. Now, every time I find myself alone, my thoughts drift to the past, the one she crafted for me without my realizing it, only to be jolted back to the present by the weight of my new reality.
A few years ago, I learned to adapt to a reality I discovered after that accident, and now I have to rewire my brain to adapt to the new reality that crashed into my life five months ago and hasn't stopped hitting me with full force ever since.
It was months of grueling therapy to be able to walk normally again, due to the fracture in
