~Elsie's POV
But even as she spoke, my body stayed tense. I could feel it in my shoulders, in my hands, in the way I kept holding myself too tightly without noticing. Because nothing felt fully safe anymore, not in the way it used to.
"I will come back again," she said.
After she left, I stayed alone again. The room felt bigger the moment she was gone, and that was when it started becoming worse.
Night came slowly, but I did not feel it properly. There was no clear difference between hours, no real sense of time moving forward. Everything felt like it was happening in pieces that did not connect. To me, time did not feel real anymore.
I would sit in bed for a while, then stand up without knowing why, then sit again like my body could not decide what to do. Sometimes I would walk around the room without direction, just moving because staying still felt worse than moving.
