Selene stood in front of her closet, barely awake, sunlight crawling in sideways and throwing weird, stretched-out shadows across the floor. The whole house was quiet—like the world had just ended.
She reached up for that black journal on the top shelf, the one that’d been collecting dust for weeks. Funny how her fingers just hovered there, like touching it might bite, but then—yeah, she grabbed it.
She plopped down cross-legged on her bed, journal balanced on her knees. The leather was all beat up at the edges, and inside? Stuffed with years of messy, raw stuff—heartbreak, longing, things she’d never dared to say out loud. Letters that never saw a mailbox. Thoughts that only made sense to Eddy. Secrets that felt too heavy to share.
She ran her hand over the cover real slow, almost lik
