84. RIVERS PACK PART II

The tears came back. I knew it was bad, I knew whatever it was, it was bad. My lips quivered, lowering to the bed. I pulled the pillow he had slept on, bringing it to my nose and held it there while I folded myself.

I was a coward, I was hiding and I knew it. The room got lighter and lighter until the sun was in the sky. I just did not want to lose the people that in my head were fine, that were alive. I did not want to crush my reality by going down and realizing so many people I knew and cared about were killed so brutally.

But I could not hide forever. I could not let Conri and Brum deal with it alone. I had been passed out for who knows how long, leaving them to collect the pieces. Not anymore.

The bed was made, changing the sheets from those black with tears.

I then went to take a shower. Black leggings were put on along with a black sweater and sneakers. My hair was tied tightly. My hands shook, waiting by the door afraid to open it and crush my world. Deep breaths were taken be