Font Size:
My head hurt.
My heart?
My heart felt like it was being dragged across broken glass.
And Benji?
I don’t know where he went.
Didn’t hear him come back.
Didn’t feel him beside me.
Just emptiness.
Just silence.
Just me.
Again.
That part?
That part felt real.
That part always feels real.
This morning was worse.
Because it was quiet.
Too quiet.
He was already in the truck when Alex came to get me.
Already dressed.
Already composed.
Like nothing had happened.
Like we hadn’t just—I cut the thought off, hard.
Because I can’t go there.
Not right now.
Not when my throat still burns from crying.
Alex carried my bag without a word.
Didn’t look at me.
Didn’t ask anything.
Just did what he was told.
And Benji?
