I have been thinking. A lot.
I had thought that the ache in my chest was as a result of Rune's...escapades.
But last night has brought in a new narrative, and I don't know what to think anymore. He's never cleared the air every time I accused him, so I had always assumed the worst.
What if I had been wrong all along? His room didn't even have a whiff of Ginevra's strawberry scent in it. It doesn't make sense. I should have been able to pick up a scent, even if it's a month old.
But there was nothing. Unless he went to her at night.
I I groan, burying myself under the duvet. Nothing adds up. Why won't he just tell me the truth? Trying to understand him gives me a headache.
I've been trying to ignore the fact that my name had been what brought him back to his senses. My name. Not Gin
