Chapter Fifty-Nine: Impact

A chill escapes me when Violet's warmth leaves me. My gaze turns from her worried face to the window.

Christ...snow?

"Is it winter? How long have I been out?"

I ask as I struggle to my feet, only for the newfound weakness in my knees to make me stumble.

"Late winter, early spring. You have been out of it for about six months."

She answers as she supports my body back onto the bed.

Six months is a great deal of time to spend in slumber, yet the only thought to cross my mind is that I should have stayed under longer; that way, I would not have to attend Marko’s spring wedding.

It is not the sharpness of jealousy that floods my chest, but a sickening hollow sense of panic at the thought that he will move on faster than I do because he had the good sense to grant less meaning to me than I did to him.

I cannot tell if much has changed feeling-wise because all I feel is a hollowness or sense of pointlessness to accompany most of what fills me, a sensation I cannot quite describe as