CHAPTER NINETY-SIX
“I don’t know what to feel to be honest. Its his death anniversary and …I’m not even sad. Its strange,” I confided. Talking about Roman did not hurt like it used to and maybe it was due to the lingering hope that he may still be alive somewhere. I’d probably cry if I were to see him breathing and right in front of mine.
He took a bite on the apple I was holding as he sandwiched himself between my legs. I was sitting on the kitchen counter with my shirtless boyfriend, talking about my brother’s anniversary.
“So how about you? How are you feeling Lucian?” I questioned softly noticing how he had grown considerably quiet.
“What do you mean?”
“You lost someone today, a year ago. I know she meant so much to you and its okay to feel sad. Don’t be scared of grieving her
