Rhea
It’s been several weeks since the explosion, and things around the pack have calmed down, with almost everything returning to normal now — except for the uncanny silence that generally follows after a tragedy. Sadly, it turns out to be the direct opposite between me and Daciano.
He has been sort of distant, but that’s how he’s been ever since the attack. Sometimes it’s like he’s there in the room with me, but miles away from me at the same time. His once sharp-to-detail attention has now become a thing long gone, so much so that he doesn't hear me when I speak to him many times. When I finally speak loud enough to get him to hear me, I find that distant look in his eyes that tells me he’s so far away from everything else, present in body but far elsewhere in mind.
I’m barely holdin
