Eleanor:
I lay on Killian’s bed, curled under his blanket as I kept his shirt in my arms, wanting to find my peace.
I was quiet and unable to form a proper sentence as I got lost in my thoughts, trying to find one thing that made sense in my brain. And so far, nothing seemed to make any sense to me, and that was something I knew Killian saw in my eyes.
My heart raced against my ribcage and I couldn’t help but find myself curling up as memories played in my head.
Most weren’t the best, but I couldn’t help but find myself grieving. And the thing was, I didn’t even understand why I was in this much pain. However, the idea of me not being able to see him, and not because he didn’t want to see me, but the fact that he passed away, that alone was enough to tear me up more than I could let ou
