Mitch’s POV:
(One day after Gabriella’s Departure)
I lie in bed with swollen eyes. My heart finally beating at a reasonable tempo against the wild rhythm of memories flashing through my mind.
Everywhere I look creates cracks in my heart, even in what was once my small home. The memory of Gabriella sprawled out on the couch, her arms hugging a book and her laughs echoing through the air, but fading deep into the bare walls, consumes the dark corners of my head. These memories replace the silence where Blade once was, but no longer sits. A lone tear manages to escape my eyes and I take a deep breath in.
This human world sucks.
(Three days after Gabriella’s Departure)
My phone rings and my hairs stand on edge. Is it Gabriella?
I scramble through my dirty pile of clothes and I fli
