113. What Love Isn't
Susy
I still feel a slight tremor throughout my body as I leave the house. The cool night air hits my face, and when I turn around, I see Alaric beside me with a thick blanket draped over his arm, ready to cover me. I don't need instructions: upon seeing him, he approaches and gently throws it over my shoulders. Despite the physical warmth, I still feel the cold inside. I never thought I would live through something like this. That someone I loved so much would become my worst tormentor.
As I pass through the door, I find him; he's standing a little apart, leaning against one of the official vehicles. The light from the headlights barely illuminates his face, but it's enough to notice the pallor of his complexion and the hollowness under his eyes. A lump forms in my
