IT WAS OCTOBER. September had long gone, a month since she had seen Grayson before he completely had vanished from existence; Marcel and Titan had been keeping an eye out for him, searching, always searching for someone who had become a ghost.
Here she was, a month later, and his words poisoned her mind. They rotten her brain, infecting it with sinful thoughts, thoughts of unworthiness; death was like a dream to her now. Alison had never anticipated rejection to feel in the way that it did. Her mind never left the thought of him alone, he haunted her dreams every night, and there was no silver lining for her.
What a fucked up world.
