Liz
I hated parting from him. It was odd how attached I had grown to him over the course of a few days. I felt physically ill the further apart from him I got, shaky limbs, racing heart, nausea and pain centered right in my chest. He had placed a delicate kiss on my forehead at the edge of the garden before plucking a rose from one of the bushes and ensuring it had no thorns before placing it behind my ear. His hand had lingered on my skin like a tattoo, like a lingering thought that he didn't want to get rid of.
Unfortunately, duty called because his phone had rung and off he went, which left me here in this predicament. I was pacing outside the library doors, trying to gather the strength to go inside. I had asked Rowan where I might find Emma, and he linked her, discovering she was i
