I don't know how much time passes. I lose myself in my tears, my grief and anger and frustration, curled in my bed, still naked, covered only by the thick blanket, surrounded by the darkness of the room. I could hear the rain, I could hear the thunders, I could hear the trees cry under the force of the wind, but moving moves me from my spot.
A knock on the door.
Another comes after a few moments of silence and I cling the pillow tighter to my chest, and hide my face in it with a shaky so escaping me. My eyes felt dry, despite the amount of tears I have shed by now. My throat felt swollen and the pile of tissues hiding with me under the blanket was almost shameful.
The door opens and I tense. I hear footsteps and I feel the mattress shift lightly as another weight is added and Thomas sit
