Aili’s P.O.V
It had been weeks since then, Liz was right when she said that Tracy was a good shoulder to cry on. Almost as good as her own, I cried on her shoulder almost every night and every morning when I woke up with the bed still empty after dreaming of an enjoyable night with her. But that day I had a feeling that everything was going to change, that my dreams wouldn’t be dreams any longer. No matter that feeling that I woke up with, I still cried when I woke up without her next to me.
“It’s fine,” Tracy said rushing in as I started crying, “she’s almost better, remember she told you that last week.”
“But she’s not here,” I cried out, “I’ve woken up in a bed without her for six weeks and she’s still not here. It keeps breaking my heart that she’s not
