It was just all too much. She was tired of it all. Why couldn't her life be normal like everyone else's. Erik dying had at least been something that was within the plausible realm of disasters.
She snuggled her head into the space between his shoulder and neck, her forehead resting there, and started to cry again. All of her things, her homework, her textbooks, the house she'd built with Alex, all of it was gone now.