"Aren't you?" Augustus eyed her. "I know the real you, and this isn't it. You are in bad shape and that's okay. I'm sure you'll heal no matter how slow."
Alexis couldn't make a response to his words but instead stared blankly at the ceiling.
"I miss him," she said suddenly. "All I think about every second is him. It hurts my heart so bad, I feel like hurting myself. It's excruciating Augustus and I don't…I don't even have anything that belongs to him. Anything that could comfort me, help me endure his absence. I can't even call him or hear his voice, because that would just be leading him to me and I know him. He'll come find him."
The sound of sniffling filled the room and the wetness in her eyes spilled down the side of her face. "I feel so miserable."
Augustus glanced at the bed. "Alexis—"
"It's useless to vent because it won't solve anything. But what else can I do?" she mumbled, her sobs almost silent.
