I keep my arm close as I pour some coffee. Today is not a good day. Apart from it being only a couple of days since Tyler stabbed me, there is something that makes me want to curl up and ignore that today even exists. It’s the one year anniversary of Tessa’s death. This morning, when I woke up, I could just feel it. My body wouldn’t work and there is so much pain and darkness inside me, I don’t even need a calendar to tell me what today is. Will I ever not know that this happened? Will I ever stop feeling this darkness?
I’m supposed to have classes today, but I’m not going. There is no reason for me to go, not when I’m like this.
I take my coffee up the stairs to the workshop. I’ve cleaned it up since I made such a mess here. Most things are back in their proper place and I’ve replaced t
