Aren:
Some days I wake up with the look she gave me when she opened the door to her packhouse playing in the back of my mind. Other days, all I can think about is the phantom pain of what it felt like to have my mark erased and the agony of losing my son. It brings tears to my eyes when I have to be around my family's kids.
I had gone down a dark after coming back that day. I spent a lot of time isolated from the others unable to decipher reality from my shameful memories. My only escape was writing music. I had wanted to do as I once did. Drink until I passed out only to wake up and do it again but this is different.
I wanted to forget the memories of what had happened but I didn't want to forget him. I didn't want to forget the feeling of him inside of me. I want to ke
