Violet’s POV

Waking up knowing your best friend is dead feels like a whole part of you has been taken and you just feel numb and in denial.

I've spent the last forty two hours convincing myself that a miracle would happen and Clara would come back to us, smiling and hugging me again.

My entire world shattered the day Rachel put a bullet into Clara’s chest, hitting her far too close to her heart, no chance of survival, what the doctor said and it’s been replaying in my head for hours.

The agony in my chest feels like a thousand knives, each one deeper and more excruciating than the...