Chapter 50

Dear Butterfly,

I can’t hide it anymore.

Your absence has spread through my body like a virus. It’s turned me into someone I hate.

I can’t hide my depression. My grief. My sheer disdain for living in a world without you in it.

I can’t hide it from her anymore.

She knows.

Astor

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