Ivy.
Burning fires, distant roars, signs of blood, and many more.
These were things that filled my mind every time I closed my eyes, and though I sought comfort and love that I had for my children, I felt incredibly vulnerable.
It had been three days since I’d had the children and three days since I had even touched Damien. He was still not home, and my heart broke every moment he was away.
Some might think I was being selfish because I had three more mates here that doted on me endlessly and wanted my attention, but the problem was, it was hard when part of you was missing.
I wasn’t trying to be complicated.
I wasn’t trying to ruin the relationships that I had. Everybody seemed to think I should just be okay, but nobody knows what it’s like to have a piece of you torn away.
To have someone you love taken from you, and not knowing whether they are alive or dead. That feeling was incredibly raw.
One moment you’re trying to pretend you’re okay, and the next you’re sobbing.
