Goodbye, Trina

POV: Zina

I laid there, my body trembling beneath Trina's weight. Her sobs soaked through my shirt, each broken sound carving a hole in my chest. I didn't move. I didn't dare to breathe too loudly. My heart still hammered like it hadn't caught up with the fact that I was alive — that the knife hadn't sliced through my skin.

"He's gone," Trina whispered, her voice as fragile as spider silk. "He's really gone, isn't he?"

I nodded, even though she couldn't see it. "Yes," I whispered. "He's gone, Trina."

Her body shook harder, like those words shattered something inside her. The forest, which had been deathly silent before, started to hum with life. A soft wind stirred the leaves, carrying the faintest scent of roses. The shadows that had twisted and crawled around us slowly began to recede, pulling back into the trees like they were no longer hungry.

"I don't want to be here anymore," Trina rasped, her voice fading.