Taylor’s P.O.V.
I looked outside of my window as the first flakes of snow started to hit the grass. Winter was coming, there was no denying it anymore. It made the cup of hot coffee in my hands feel that much better. It had been three months since I had lost Jed. Three months of time that I had had in order to heal myself, to acknowledge what had happened, and the things I could not change anymore. Right now, I had found some form of peace with the loss of my brother. The fact that he somehow had brought this upon himself and that I was not to blame for his death in the end. I still felt sad at times, but that was more in terms of understanding about all of the things that would never be or never happen, rather than the things I missed about the past and about him as a person. I regretted
