KillianMy wound had reopened again. I sighed, wrapping my knuckles up with a fresh band-aid. I had punched the bathroom wall to vent out all my frustration from yesterday. When I was done band-aiding, I went back to my desk and pulled my laptop open. I’ve been staring at the screen for the past hour. Unfortunately, I can’t concentrate, nor can I stop the thoughts from running through my mind.Thoughts of her.I pressed my face into both palms, exhaling sharply. I went out to look for her yesterday, only to find her on the rooftop after hours of running around the building. I had been terrified that she had left the house, and I wouldn’t be able to find her until I found her up there.The relief that washed over me was more than the courage I had to walk up to her, so I just stood there and watched her, hoping she wouldn’t notice me, and thankfully, she didn’t.She must have found out her mother was murdered. Late news, but finally. That woman had been a torn in her flesh since she wa
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