Mirabella's Pov

I lie on my back unmoving as tears blur my vision. I sniffle, gulping down the loud sob threatening to break out of me because I'm tired of crying. I'm so tired of being pitied.

I'm tired of everything in general.

It has been a month, a month since I returned from the hospital, a month since I last heard from Ares and the worry I feel is killing me.

I'm torn between two worlds. A world where I'm giving my best to come out of the dark place I was pushed into; I want to ...