Day 7: Klyra’s Journal

I can’t stop thinking about Vex’s voice by the river last night. That way he spoke so quietly, like the wind carrying secrets. I remember the way his hands were trembling, how he looked at the water, as if he was trying to catch the reflection of something that wasn’t there. My stomach ached after I tried to convince myself it was just the rain, but it was the silence between his words that stuck with me—the way he said, ‘You’re not alone,’ and I felt it in my bones, not with my ears. It was the first time I’ve ever felt like he was speaking to me, not just the wind or the water. I don’t know why I keep going back to that place, but the river seems to know where I am when I get lost in thought. I tried to sleep, but my mind kept drifting back to that moment. The stars are so bright tonight, but they don’t feel like they belong here. I wonder if I’m just a shadow in this world, or if there’s something deeper, something that watches over me without me noticing.