What might be going on in Feyre's mind at night.
Shortly after the events Under the Mountain. (Still with Tamlin the Tool).
Listen to Colors-Stripped by Halsey for enhanced reading experience.
Note: I wrote this without proof-reading it, and I was twelve. Please bear that in mind.
Talking to you was surprisingly easy. Even though you won't reply to anything I say, I know you hear me. It's quite comforting actually. I had always loved talking to you, pouring out my thoughts, opinions, everything. Now that you’re gone, I have no idea what to do with myself anymore. It's just that I wish you didn't left me alone, Bailey. I blame myself for every single thing that you went through, if it wasn't for me, you would still be here. But no, I chose to be ignorant. I'm so sorry for that.