Ophelia“When my mother died, I felt nothing.” Jude said with that unsettling emotionless tone he sometimes used.Judging by the way Ryker looked at him, his brows slightly lifted, Jude didn’t talk about this. Not with him. And if he didn’t talk about it with Ryker, that meant he didn’t talk about it with anyone.The wind picked up, teasing strands of hair across my face. I brushed them back but kept my eyes on him.“I felt nothing even after the abuse. The weeks that followed were the hardest, but not in the way you’re thinking. Everyone tells you how you should feel. You should cry, because it’s good for you. You should scream, because that’s what they think grief is. You should be angry, because of the shit they did.” He paused,, then added, “If that’s what you feel, then that’s fine. Feel it, and don’t apologize if it’s messy. And if you need to gouge an eye out, you have my full support.” Biting his lip, he shrugged. “Too soon?”I couldn’t help it. I laughed through the ache in m
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