A few days had passed since that intense night, a full week, to be exact.
Daniel's behaviour toward me had softened. Sometimes he was even playful, and he had given me my phone back, so the boredom wasn't as suffocating anymore.
However, I was still not allowed to go outside. Daniel said it was for 'safety reasons.' Strangely, I didn't mind. My life here had started to feel… settled. Almost normal.
Yesterday, I finally visited my father's grave. I had thought I was tough enough that it wouldn't affect me, but I was wrong.
I cried until no tears were left. In that moment, I realised why I hadn't felt truly sad before, my mind had refused to accept his death. It needed proof. And now I had it.
Right now, my life feels almost perfect. The only real problem was Diana.
