Julian’s Point of View
I couldn’t take it anymore. The sight of the ruins, the devastation, the ghosts of my mistakes, each one clawed at me, suffocating me with guilt. My legs felt like lead as I turned away from the shattered remnants of my pack and headed back to my house.
The walk felt like an eternity, the silence deafening except for the whisper of the wind and the echoes of Dexter’s sharp words in my mind.
By the time I reached the confines of my room, I was utterly drained. My body ached, not just from exhaustion but from the weight of everything pressing down on me.
I sat heavily on the bed, my elbows resting on my knees as I buried my face in my hands. My mind wouldn’t stop spinning, replaying every decision, every failure, every face I’d lost.
With a deep sigh, I lay back on the bed and closed my eyes, hoping for even a moment of peace.
Minutes passed. Or maybe it was hours, I couldn’t tell anymore. I was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when I felt the bed dip. M
