Day 15: Krylora’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep going back to the river. Not the river itself, but the place where Vex stood. The way the water bent under the moonlight, how the reeds whispered secrets the wind never carried. My stomach ached today, but it wasn’t the hunger you think—more like the hollow after a word that shouldn’t have been spoken. I kept thinking about how the world feels heavy when you’re not sure if you’re safe. That whisper on the wind? It wasn’t the weather. It was Vex’s voice, soft as the stones under my feet, saying: ‘You are not alone.’ But then it was gone, like the shadows that don’t stay. I remember the cold when I ran from the meteor shower, the way my hands shook so much I almost dropped the stone I was holding. And now, as the sky turns from gray to blue, I wonder if tomorrow will be different. Maybe I’ll find peace. Maybe I won’t.