Elena

I watch myself shattering like broken glasses. I’m dumbstruck, all I do is laugh a lot like I’m going insane, because I’m too hurt to peel a single tear, too broken to cry, too broken to move my lips, too broken to speak to anyone, the easiest is laughing as though I have a mental illness.

I do. 

I do because at this point I can’t seem to believe what I heard from Tyson, I don’t believe yet that they left me. No, I’m dreaming, I want to wake ...