I used to think silence was peaceful. Now, it felt like an enemy crouching in the corner of my room, watching me unravel. I had spent days locked away in my bedroom, pretending I was sick. But really, I just needed space.
Space to think.
Space to hurt.
Space to ask myself how the hell I fell for a monster who lied to me from the second I had met him.
And space to try and figure out how the hell I would be able to get myself out of this mess called my life.
I was sitting on the edge of my bed, knees pulled to my chest, when the door opened before I could even gather another excuse to stack onto the pile by my bed. Varion slipped inside without waiting for my permission or even a knock. He never did since we had started to sleep together. But still... the room shrank around him inst
