Chapter 43

Nia

I seal out Reeves' calls and his hard knocks on my door. My heart is not aching, it's bleeding. A sense of immense loss smothers me, a loss of the one person who made me feel alive again, the one person who made me feel. My friend, my lover. A person who I can't deny that I've fallen so deeply for. With every heavy step that I take in the direction of the bathroom, the bitter illness spreads quicker than it used to for a very long while now.

I've been, to some degree, controlling my grieving episodes; they've been somehow calculated and restrained. For a while they even disappeared, Reeves made them disappear together with my nightmares. But whatever is taking over me right now is stronger, it overpowers any ability that I may have to be sensible. Tears erupt from my eyes uncontrollably. Acid climbs up my throat and I gasp for air.