22. Zena

I thought heartbreak would be the worst pain I’d ever experience.

To be fair the last six months were pretty intense watching Cillian battle through hell to win Matilda back, his blue eyes looking directly at me with a love that was for someone else. That pain was deep, burning. Lasting well into the night, haunting my dreams with a searing misery that left me breathless sometimes.

Then I met Briss and found another level. His pain was mixed with a sweeter, softer burn. My ribcage ached and yearned to feel him again. I couldn’t get comfortable no matter where I sat or slept. Nothing feels as good as being in his arms.

Sadly now I realise I was naive. I had no real concept of pain before landing here. The last thing I remember was waking up and kissing Briss on the cheek. I whispered “I love you into his ear,” ruffling his black hair and wondering what would happen if I kissed our mark.

Then Sybil reminded me Briss was exhausted, staying up while I slept the night before. We have time,