For the past few weeks, I've been scarcely alive. I mean, I don’t know what to cognizance, conceive, or express anymore. All of these felt so fabled to me. I couldn’t even create by mental act what it feels like to be blissful or enlivened any longer.

The world is so impartial to me. My parents left me, and now Nathan. I tried to trill the hefty thought away, but every time I had the fortune to remember him, I choked back a sob. I miss him so much, and there’s nothing I can’t do about it.

“Look at me.”

I didn’t do what he uttered as he kept on...