Alana

I stand there, a millisecond away from choking on my own breath as the air refuses to leave my lungs.

Golden-green eyes bore into mine—eyes that are excruciatingly familiar and yet, at the same time, look far too foreign. Eyes that once held such remarkable vibrance, now dull and hollow.

Five long, miserable years after suddenly disappearing, Alana, my ex and the love of my life—the former love of my life—stares back at me; unblinking and unflinching for what seems to stretch on for a lifetime, standing as still as a marble statue.