Twenty Two

Three months: I haven't seen him, I don't know anything. Where is he? I'm staying in Barnsbury away from his elegant palace. This place is far away from his modern life. I bought this small place with an attached garden from a teenage boy who wanted to leave Barnsbury desperately after the death of his parents. I didn't try to call anyone. Though I miss them all.

Uncle and Andria would have been married. I smiled at the thought but it faded with my tears streaming down.

I endeavored to forget him. I couldn't. I saw him in my dreams every night. My brain was trying to comprehend and my heart wasn't ready to accept that he could do this to me when he loved me. Life without him didn't set in. The more I tried to ignore him, his memories hit me like a ten-ton truck.

Sometimes, I saw him ambling into my room in my sleep, him scooping me up. It felt real.

I laughed at the thought. People would call me mad. I missed him, his bossy attitude, his t