Amethyst’s POV
"Amy? Amy? Amy?"
The sound of my name pulled me back into reality, and I blinked a few times as I focused on Ara, who was gazing at me with a worried expression etched on her face.
"Are you okay?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.
I responded with an assuring smile, hoping to ease her worries.
"I'm fine," I told her, even though the reassurance felt hollow.
It hasn't even been a full day since I left California, yet it feels like I've been gone for much longer.
If I were to be completely honest, I would be lying if I claimed that I was genuinely fine.
In truth, I wasn't fine at all.
Sleep eludes me, and I have no appetite either.
Even the familiar scent of Devon, which once brought me comfort, no longer has the same effect; it can't even lull me to sleep n
