EVELYN
Please, someone just help me. I’m spiraling. Do something, anything just to save me. Pour ice water on my head, yell at me, slap me, for God’s sake! Maybe that’ll bring me back to my senses. Or maybe nothing will, because I can’t seem to stop myself.
Is it so bad to want to run back to my brother? To be in his space, his arms, and his life again? Every nerve in my body screams that it’s wrong, that I’m pathetic and obsessed, but I don’t care. I don’t care about dignity or pride right now.
Somehow, I found myself in his room, curled beside him on his bed like I belonged there. But trust me, I didn't sleepwalk I went there willingly because I was too desperate. His peaceful face was turned toward me and he looked so breathtakingly perfect, even in his sleep. Dave looked like something out of a dream, his long black lashes fanned out against his skin, casting soft shadows across his cheeks. His chest rose and fell in an easy rhythm, the kind that could lull me into believing that
