Day 6: Klyra’s Journal

I don’t know why I keep walking toward the river at night. Not the river you see on maps—this one, the one that smells like wet stone and old promises. Vex stood there yesterday, his hands in his pockets, and said something that made my breath catch. He didn’t say it in words. Just a flicker in the air, like a moth trying to find a light, and then he was gone. I tried to tell myself it was just the wind, but the way his voice echoed in my chest… it’s not the wind. Not anymore. I found myself near the old ruins again today. The same mossy stones, the same way the light bends through the cracks. I don’t know why I keep going back there. Maybe it’s the silence. Or maybe it’s the way the stones feel like they’re waiting for something. I kept thinking about what he said—how the world is a whisper, and sometimes you have to listen to the silence between the whispers. My stomach aches, but I don’t want to eat. I just want to remember what it felt like when he was close. Not the words, not the light, but the way his presence curled around me like a blanket that’s too warm. I don’t know if I’ll ever find peace again, but for now, I’m here. And I’m tired.