denial

There were many things that made up what she was. Who she was. Like a gem with too many angles and perspectives, where light could hit it differently. Hurt had never come to mind when she thought of herself. It didn’t, until tonight at least. She was now. She couldn’t breathe. Not as she...

“Andrew is gone. He left.” Fen’nan stared at the note on the Nook notice board in silence for a moment before she snorted and scoffed and she spat at the board, as Andrathath had spit at her feet earlier that night. “Yeah bloody friggin right. He’s just being dramatic.” She snapped aloud. Of...