Aiden

The last time she cried was when I found her shivering in the rain.

The last time she spoke was after she saw her cousin's corpse.

Since then, she hadn't made a sound. The only noises she spared me were the soft sound of her breathing and the occasional hiss in her sleep.

She stares through me with empty eyes, moves like a doll wound up and left to break, and I can't deny the truth. I did this to her.

I thought it would take three days as usual to get her to come around. A week has ...