My eyes have not dried yet. I cry day and night. I cry for the loss of my best friend, I cry for Roland who lost his other half, I cry for Adrian who lost his best friend and his sister. My heart is burning and I do not know how to cool it down. I go to her room every day, hoping that I can find her, but she is not there. Olivia is no longer here. I still remember the look in her eyes when Eleanor ripped her heart out. I remember how she defended me till her last breath and for that, I really hate myself. Had it not been for me, she would have been alive.
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