AARÓN CONNOR

ITALY.

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The scent Violet has left behind is driving me to the edge of collapse. Her absence has become an addiction, and not having her near tears me apart inside. I’ve been watching her sleep almost all night, sighing with every involuntary movement her body makes, but something doesn’t add up. It doesn’t sit right with me, and I like it even less.

"_Still, it’s normal that last night she picked up some foul stench from those walking corpses," I think to myself. The sound of footsteps behind me interrupts my thoughts. I glance over just enough to see who’s entering and identify the intruder.

"Good morning," Eric singsongs with that mocking expression that never seems genuine to me. I don’t respond immediately, and his lips curl into a fake half-smile that irritates me further.

"Spare me your hypocrisy," I snap without even bothering to look at him, completely ignoring his challenging demeanor.<