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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