Chapter 47
Nia
For the first time in too long, everything around me seems to be donning a rosy hue. Stark reminders of pain still appear every now and then, and yes, I do, from time to time, feel low, but it's a different kind of low. A low in which I feel safe enough to let myself experience those feelings, to deal with them.
Something Reeves said the other day has somehow changed my perspective about myself. "When you told me you loved me it was the first time since Ben died that I didn't regret taking the loaded gun out of my mouth. "