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Three weeks later...
Dalia's POV
I had my good days and my bad days.
On my good days, I didn't feel much, it reminded me of my time at the safe house. Everything was just a blur, my body going on auto pilot while my mind wondered off. I preferred these days, loved them actually because I didn't have to worry much.
Then there were my bad days which over the last three weeks, came more often than I liked. I just stayed in bed and cried.
I've cried so much I wonder how I still have water in my body, considering I hadn't been eating much either.
It was hard, to follow Faye's schedule again. It reminded me so much of her. It feels like she just died yesterday but I've lived for centuries. Grief was a fickle thing. And I hated it so much.
I hated how it make me feel weak every time I shed a tear. Especially in front of Vittore.
That was another thing.