Sister Evelyn and I walk to the chapel in silence.
All my exhaustion from earlier in the evening has left me, and now all I feel is numb. Like my heart is frozen over, wrapped in ice, a cold weight hanging in my chest.
The dream I had after falling asleep in Rosa and Norman’s car is still fresh in my mind. It felt so real… so vivid. Like I was really there.
I reach a hand up to my neck, still feeling the pain and shock of Liam jamming his lollipop forcefully down my throat… Heath’s mouth hot on mine… the beauty of Hadrian’s sparkling star-strung necklace… the excruciating pain of Kellen’s punch… Rhys’ cruel words... Louis’ warm, comforting embrace… and Ezra placing the burning crown of flames atop my head, my chest bursting with pride as I stood beside him, a Queen fit for a King.
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