Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 201

Dylan POV

"I'm self-diagnosed with word vomit. Sometimes it just can't be helped." I swallowed thickly before reaching into my pocket and pulling out the scrunched up wrinkle stained envelope, ready to change the subject quickly. "Anyway, I'm not here to talk about how shitty my life is..." I held out the white paper and smiled slightly.

"I'm here because, I can't do this alone." I watched Ryan Clarke look at the envelope in my hand and a confused frown quickly took over his face and curiosity was embedded into his small eyes.

"What do you mean you can't do this alone? What even is that?" I sighed and held one side of the envelope in each hand, my name staring back at me, causing yet another lump to form in my throat. I looked at Clarke then sighed before awkwardly waving the paper slightly.

“It’s a letter from my mom. She wrote it before I got her killed.” His eyes widened drastically at my words, and he quickly sat up more, letting his back sit up straight on the bed.

“You still haven’t opened that yet?” I shook my head. Even I couldn’t understand why I had waited so long. I just felt my breath halt drastically every time I even thought about opening it, and then I’d start to sweat and eventually I’d begin to panic. Now I felt different, Lewis had really helped me by just being there while I ranted. I think I had repressed my emotions so much that they had been manifesting into attacks of panic.