The rain was falling harder now, that cold, wet kind of rain that makes your bones ache and your thoughts feel too heavy. I kept thinking about what Vex said by the river yesterday—the way his voice cracked when he spoke, how he didn’t look at me when he said, ‘You don’t belong here.’ I’ve been hunting for so long, but even the darkest places don’t hold answers anymore. I tried to push it away, but the words kept coming back: ‘You don’t belong here.’ I don’t know if I ever did belong, but I’m tired of wondering. Maybe I should just stop trying to find my place in this world.
Day 19
Day 20: Kronzaar’s Journal
