Forty-eight

After my meeting with Jorah, I caved in my apartment. I never wanted to be found, yet when I sat with Jorah and talked to him, some beautiful memories came to my mind. I remembered the bonfire night and the pictures I took with all of them except for Xander. I remembered the sleepovers I had with Dinah and Rowena. I missed them so much. I would kill for another night with them. I could never deny the beautiful memories I made with all of them.

My heart clenched a little in my chest when I recalled the day I spent at the festival with Xander, Rowena, and Declan. Sometimes I wished that I had my phone with me to look at the numerous pictures I took that day, but Xander took that phone from me when he learned who I was. Part of me was glad that I no longer had that phone because if I looked at the pictures in it for long, I might have given in. My wounds were deep and I sometimes stayed awake all night if there was anything that could be done to heal them.

This had been