I was left alone for the next few days after Alessia died and didn't really care to identify those who did come to talk to me. Soon enough, I had been allowed to go home and had been here for two weeks now. But it just made it all so much worse. This was the place that I had longed to be for seven months—just as I had wanted my parents, my friends and Dylan. But now that I had it all back, knowing that Alessia would have none of those things, it suffocated me. I just didn't know how to explain it to any of them—they never believed that I had lived Alessia's life; I knew it for a fact.There was someone beside me now, running a hand through my hair and murmuring soothing things to me. It relaxed me but didn't ease my regret or guilt. I was drowning in it.
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