Gianna

I know she’s gone.

I sense it.

I heard a crowd cheering somewhere outside, and I knew she was gone. I didn’t have the strength in my legs to stand up and go check, though. Even now, it all seems so surreal.

Nausea rolls in my stomach, but by some miracle, I manage to keep the food down. I wipe my tears away, too, because I don’t want the Beta to walk in on me and see me in this pitiful state.

Rising, I walk around the room because I have nothing else to do. I can’t get ...