She had to overcome so much fear, so much anxiety to get here. She was tired, hadn’t slept for over a week and the world was becoming just a misty mess, the time was stopping, everything was slow and nothing, absolutely nothing made sense. Yet she came here, she had to. She was looking for a resolution, looking for some way to find her sleep again. Maybe if she saw the ruins and breathed in the ash, maybe if she smelled the burned wood and saw the remnants of her life – and her sanity, it seemed – she’d find peace that would take her to sleep. She was looking for that peace elsewhere, in someone else, but it never fully worked. Even the peace of their bond couldn’t mend something that broken. And at that moment, standing at the very edge of her garden, she felt as though she was willingly breaking herself even more. Everything was gone… There used to be a house, tall and blue with awfully cliché white picket fence covered in red roses. A living room with kitchen so small ...