Clover
You don’t get to thank me for keeping you safe and then leave me, Clover.
His words haunt me. Echo inside my skull like a curse.I lie in the bed that’s no longer a comfort. It’s a velvet-lined prison. I don’t know anything about his childhood but I know he’s fiercely protective of his brothers. He doesn’t let others in. He let me in and he thinks I’m trying to leave him.
I sigh as the door opens and Emrys comes in with a tray of desserts. I know this is his way of apologising but it’s not enough. I’m a bird locked in a cage right now. I don’t acknowledge him or his cakes. Both are incredibly hard to do so.
He stands up and opens the door, holding it open like it may blow closed if he wasn't there. It wouldn’t. He’s making a point. I don’t say anything as I stand up, run my fing
