I was extremely sad. I hadn't moved from my bed since the last time I spoke to Poppy. Millie tried to make me move, but for the past two days, it was impossible. My eyes were swollen from crying, and I was hungry, but I didn't have the will to eat.
"Hey," I heard Sylphiette's voice, a familiar and insistent tone that usually cut through any fog of emotion I found myself in, but today was different. Today, the weight of my sadness was too heavy, and I wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone, not even Sylphiette. Her voice, usually a source of comfort and strength, felt like an unwelcome intrusion into the bubble of despair I had created around myself. So, I ignored her. I pulled the covers tighter around me, as if they could shield me from her presence and the reality I was trying to escape.
