Ivy:
I watched the days turn to weeks and the weeks fade to months.
The seasons changed before my eyes, going from warm nights filled with the cicada's song to a chilling winter that only reminded me of his touch.
Waking up in the night to see if he was in the corner turned into pretending to be asleep when the soft sounds of his whispers on the wind disturbed me because waking up and not seeing him there was unbearable.
Sobbing until I couldn't breathe turned to shattering glass and anger. Training for my right to choose my mate turned into training to survive the grief.
"Come on, sweetheart. You have to leave this room to do something besides train." My mother's voice, full of empathy and fear, shattered the silence in the dark of my room.
I like to keep it pitch black now so I c
