June

I’m still reeling. The air feels heavy around me, thick enough to choke. My eyes stay locked on the mirror, and the girl staring back looks… unrecognizable.

This girl is pathetic.

I can't still believe that Hermes has a fiancée.

I can't even call him Hermes anymore. It feels wrong in my mouth and so I correct myself– Mr. Grande has a fiancée.

The word still feels unreal in my head, like a bad joke no one’s laughing at. Fiancée. I let the syllables echo inside my skull until ...