Elizabeth’s POV
It was like a projector flashing images in class, like a teacher explaining things. A storm was gusting from all sides, with images of it pushing between us, trying to drag us apart. It was forceful and strong.
The images in this case were of Alex and me.
Don’t let go… The words echoed in my ears.
I was aware of Alex, and I could smell his fear as well; my hands had a stern grip on his, and he had mine. I refused to let go.
I needed to know. I needed the truth, and I wanted to be whole again without the missing pieces of my life.
I was feeling a bit nauseated from the flashing and the pulling around us. I just needed to suck it up and find the truth within.
I needed to understand what had happened and why.
With every rejection that was shown, the f*rceful pain
