SCARLET
Whenever I think about Micah, the tears start to fall. It's not just the memories of her that linger—it's the words, the truth she spoke, cutting deeper than I ever thought they could.
Her absence feels like a wound that refuses to heal. I miss her. Damn it, I miss her so much.
I thought Grimmy, Dracu, and even Rainbow's presence and advice yesterday would help. For a moment, I let myself believe that their wisdom, their reassurances, could patch up the ache in my chest. But the truth? The truth is, nothing can fill the space she left. It's like a part of me is missing, and every thought of her only sharpens the edges of that emptiness.
I wipe at my face with trembling hands, but the tears don't stop. Why does it still hurt this much? Why can't I let go?