Violet’s POVWaking up knowing your best friend is dead feels like a whole part of you has been taken and you just feel numb and in denial.I've spent the last forty two hours convincing myself that a miracle would happen and Clara would come back to us, smiling and hugging me again.My entire world shattered the day Rachel put a bullet into Clara’s chest, hitting her far too close to her heart, no chance of survival, what the doctor said and it’s been replaying in my head for hours.The agony in my chest feels like a thousand knives, each one deeper and more excruciating than the last every breath I take is a cruel reminder that she no longer takes any at all and it was all my fault.Her absence is a gaping wound that nothing can heal. The memories, once a source of joy, now feel like a cruel joke played by time. I remember the warmth of her smile, the sparkle in her eyes, and the way her laughter could light up even the darkest of days especially when I’d come to her about Jason .
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