Chapter 54 Chapter Fifty Four

• Skye
• I lay sprawled out on Mason’s bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. His scent—once so strong and comforting—was fading away, much like our bond. The musk of him that used to cling to every inch of this room, to these sheets, was now just a faint trace. It had been days since he’d been here, and the emptiness was suffocating.
• I hugged his shirt tighter around me as it was far too big. Looking down at the oversized grey shirt, the collar stretched from all the times he carelessly yanked it on, I noticed how the sleeves fell past my fingertips and the fabric hung loose on my small frame. It felt like I was a little girl playing dress-up in clothes that didn’t belong to me. The scent of him lingered on the shirt, but even that was starting to fade, and the thought of losing the last tangible piece of him made my chest tighten.