Page 21 of Even Vampires Bleed (Even Ever After #2)

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I t’s been a week already that Léandre’s memory has been erased, and I’ve barely gotten out of my room. I’ve barely gotten out of my bat form, either.

Even the hours I spent in my dad’s room to check on him were spent in bat form. I’ve been sleeping against his side in the hospital bed that’s been installed in his room.

It’s the only comfort I get these days.

Not even food or books comfort me.

I’m numb.

It’s like a light went out when Léandre’s memory was snuffed out.

It’s going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay.

If I repeat that often enough, maybe it’s going to start being true.

It’s wishful thinking, I know, but with everything going on now I’d take anything.

Between Léandre’s vanished memory and my father refusing to wake up, I don’t really know what to do anymore, to be honest.

Am I wallowing in my own problems? Yes.

Do I want to change that? Also yes.

But do I have the strength? No. I don’t have that kind of strength. Not when getting up and brushing my teeth feels like a mountain to climb. Not when going from my own room to my dad’s feels like running a marathon.

I’m not feeling okay.

I will.

One day.

But just not today.