ILIANA’S POV
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It has been three days since Drystan begged me not to stop, since my heart shattered at the sight of his glassy eyes, and since I've been left in the dark, because he hasn't spoken to me, even if I pushed to know what was going on. I've been awake all night waiting for him to come home, but he never did, yet the shower was wet when I woke up every single time, and it's like he's been sneaking in. I know that he's avoiding me--I just don't know why.
My mind is stuffed with thoughts that are made out of paranoia, fake regret, and fear-- a ton of it.
Thinking that I did something wrong was the first fear, and my mind spun like a fishing rod when it's been reeled, trying to figure out what I had done, going over every single thing, and I came to a conclusion that it must hav
