Chapter 62: Grief 2

Diana I shook my head and stood up. "No, Riley," I said and then ran away. Over the next few days, I did not just avoid Riley, but I spent every waking moment alone, crying until nothing was left in my eyes. "Eat, Diana," Rosie said firmly. She put a plate of lamb in front of me and grabbed me, unfortunately forcing me to eat. While it must have been delicious, I didn’t care and hardly tasted any of it. My grief lasted weeks until the next new moon was around the corner, and the thought of another escape crossed my mind. Rosie sat in front of me throughout the night, looking at me and frowning. "Whatever plan you have, Diana, it’s not going to happen," she said, folding her arms and looking me dead in the eye. "Do I look like someone that is planning an escape?" I said. "You look like shit," she said. "As much as I wish I could help, I can’t. I don’t know how to do this whole comforting thing because nobody did it for me. I wish I knew, but I don’t. If there’s anything