ZAHRA
By the time I made it to the pack house, I was drained. The tears wouldn’t stop falling, and I couldn’t tell if the pain I was feeling in my lower diaphragm was from sobbing too hard, from using my powers’ full-strength after having forgotten about them for three years, or from being away from Tristan. Now that I could remember the state I was in after he left, I figured it was probably the latter.
I didn’t know how he’d done it, but somehow, he managed to bring all of my memories back. With them came clarity, along with the burden of bearing it.
My legs gave out, and I threw myself against a wall to help support my weight as the hallways spun. The whole world was twisting and turning around me, which made it harder for me to keep my balance; I couldn’t tell the floor from the cei
