Chapter 1
May 10, 2022
Tuesday
Two years have passed.
I don’t usually write — words have never been my refuge. But this one memory refuses to stay quiet. Maybe writing it down is the only way to silence the anxious days.
I thought I went there seeking peace — a refuge from the noise of my busy, exhausted life. But instead, it broke me. It turned me into something tragic.
Everything around me remains unchanged. My mother still calls me every day at work. Eryxx still reminds me of my schedule each morning. And my housemaid still brings me coffee without being asked.
But nothing feels the same.
It’s as if she’s still buried deep within me — in the silent corners of my heart.
