The next day, I had to go to my mother early in the morning. The girls have not even seen me yet which is what I wanted to happen anyway. I cried the whole night until I fell asleep. This has already been a routine for me.
I can only sleep when I cry too hard or when I drown myself in alcohol. It’s draining my entirety but there’s nothing I can do because my mind won’t stop thinking about Pyro.
I walked inside the asylum and went on to visit my mother. As usual, she’s in the garden that she’s been doing which has now expanded. There are some patients who are also helping her now—most of them are her age.
She smiled widely when she saw me walking to her but when she finally saw my face up close, her lips turned into a frown. “What’s wrong, my daughter?” she asked as she removed her gard
