Flare
It takes my body only a day to recover. Not entirely, but enough for me to be able to move around and get up. My emotional state, however, is getting worse. I recognize that, but I also don’t care. As soon as I’m physically able to get up without pain and without being totally drained, I’m up.
“Where do you think you are going?” Damian crosses his arms over his chest as I’m busy getting dressed. I look at him and continue without a word. “Flare, talk to me. Don’t shut me out.” He sounds so hurt, but I can’t understand why he isn’t as angry as I am.
“I'm not shutting you out! Why aren’t you doing something, Damian?!” I growl. I’m not angry at him. I’m angry at the world. I’m angry that this happened. I’m angry at April for once again turning my world upside down with her greed. I’m
