Fiona's POVThree weeks, twenty-one days, five hundred and four hours. That was how long Jalen had been gone, not that I was counting—okay, maybe I was.Every day felt emptier than the one before. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself, every thought somehow found its way back to him. I missed him, I missed him so much it hurts.One evening, after spending almost an hour staring at our old pictures, I made a decision—If Jalen weren't going to speak, then I would. I set up my camera in my bedroom, hands trembling as I adjusted the angle, my ring light illuminated my face as I sat on my bed and stared at my phone lens.For several seconds, I couldn't find the first word to say, and tears rolled down my face. All I could think of were the good memories I had with him. I sniffed, wiped my tears, and finally summoned the courage to speak. "Hi," My voice cracked and I laughed bitterly. "Wow. This is already going terribly." I whispered."I don't even know why I'm recording this but I
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