Noelle walked at a brisk paced, her eyes darting along as she went. A dark bruise was on her cheek, there since yesterday's evening when the Pendav had struck her in the park. She turned the corner, finding her front door and setting in. The door closed behind her and she glared about the room, her hands grabbed the closest thing to her, which was a tea cup, and threw it at the wall.
The cup smashed and rained colorful porcelain on the floor. She unsheathed her dagger and drove it into the counter in rage, looking around the room as it facing a crowd of unforgiving, cruel people. She yanked the dagger free and pointed it forward, imagining that Dwight stood there so she would dig her dagger into his skin.
He had slapped her, he had punched her, called her lover a rat yet had the guts to marry a sanguine. He was a hypocrite, a heretic, a liar! He had threatened her and called her a b-tch, who did he think he was?
Noelle sat on the floor, gripping her dagger and staring at the door, willing Dwight to knock. She wanted him to come back apologizing, she wanted him to cry and tell her that he was sorry.
But no one ever came and the woman dropped the dagger and stood. She pulled out a small stack of papers from where she had shoved them earlier. She made her way to the fireplace, looked once more at the letters that were her evidence that she had tried before throwing them into the licking flames.
She watched the name burn as she would have it in the coming weeks, burnt to ash and the last remaining part of the letters was the signature.
Dwight Pendav
She kicked ash over the name.
The cup smashed and rained colorful porcelain on the floor. She unsheathed her dagger and drove it into the counter in rage, looking around the room as it facing a crowd of unforgiving, cruel people. She yanked the dagger free and pointed it forward, imagining that Dwight stood there so she would dig her dagger into his skin.
He had slapped her, he had punched her, called her lover a rat yet had the guts to marry a sanguine. He was a hypocrite, a heretic, a liar! He had threatened her and called her a b-tch, who did he think he was?
Noelle sat on the floor, gripping her dagger and staring at the door, willing Dwight to knock. She wanted him to come back apologizing, she wanted him to cry and tell her that he was sorry.
But no one ever came and the woman dropped the dagger and stood. She pulled out a small stack of papers from where she had shoved them earlier. She made her way to the fireplace, looked once more at the letters that were her evidence that she had tried before throwing them into the licking flames.
She watched the name burn as she would have it in the coming weeks, burnt to ash and the last remaining part of the letters was the signature.
Dwight Pendav
She kicked ash over the name.
