(Finch's pov)

We breathed the same air for a month at least. I don't have a clue how much time exactly passed. We couldn't stand to be apart from each other and I mean that to the highest degree. We literally could not stand it. The closer we could get the better. It was almost impossible to not be physically touching at all times. Being apart did nothing but upset us. We were at least in the same room at all times. We sat with our legs touching on the cold floor of the kitchen when we ate. I don't know why. We just always ended up there. We slept clutching each other in bed. The second one of us went somewhere the other followed. It didn't matter what the other was doing. We dropped it and followed.

Even to the bathroom. While one of us uses the bathroom the other stands right outside and holds their hand through the mostly closed door. Showering is no exception. It was embarrassing at first but we quickly got over it.

Were just so traumatized and stuck together. I can't breathe without her. I felt like those trapeze ladies from Coraline. The ones that mold together like melted taffy but I don't care. It's one of the only things that make both of us feel better. When I can't sleep I watch Peta sleep. Most of my night is spent just laying awake and watching her breath. I've caught her doing the same. I'll stir awake to find her watching me sleep. We both have nightmares. Peta will wake up screaming, often mumbling about how it hurts. I'm always trying to find her in my nightmares. I never can. I need to tell myself often that I did make it to her and shes right here with me.

Today has been pretty ok for us both so far. We ate cheese and bread for breakfast like little villagers. Peta has gotten to a healthy weight again but not without a struggle. She's started to hide food in places all over the house. I bought her some of those military meals that don't expire for years. She can hide them anywhere she wants. If she goes back to eat them she wont get sick. The only goal right now is to try and feel better and if Peta needs to hide food to do it she can hide all the food she wants.

Sometimes when we feel up to it we lay in bed and talk. Talk about what happened. Peta wanted to hear the events from my perspective. I described it as best as I could. Most of the details I don't remember now.

My brother has still not been found. He was gone before anyone could detain him. I didn't realize he was still alive. I thought I killed him. I should’ve bashed his head until it looked like nothing but pumpkin guts. My father is running the hunt for him. People are searching the world for him but he remains unfound. It's driving him crazy that he can't find him. It's deeply upsetting for Peta and I that he's still out there somewhere. Once he's dead, we’ll both feel much more calm. We can check the window locks one less time. Even when he's killed it’ll still be a lot to work through.

We are focusing on taking care of ourselves right for now. Eating three meals a day and trying to relearn how to sleep a full night. We take vitamins every morning. So there's that. Fixing ourselves one vitamin at a time.