Chapter 61

Becca's POV

I told myself that with time, I would heal, but every day felt like I was sinking deeper with nowhere to go. I felt completely alone. I still saw him in my dreams. Every night, it was like he was asking me, "Why did you kill me?" If only I had never involved him in my drama, maybe he would still be alive.

I heard the door creak open. It was Bas. He sighed when he saw me still wrapped up in my blanket, the food he had dropped off earlier untouched. I felt a pang of guilt because I blamed him for everything, but a part of me knew it wasn't his fault. I just wanted the pain to be less.

"And what good is that? What good are you if you can't save the people I care about?"

His eyes widened with hurt, and I regretted the moment I said that. He took a step back, his face a mixture of pain and resignation, and slowly walked away.

The room felt colder and emptier after he left. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the outside world, which felt so far r