Oriana's POV
Run.
Just run.
Everything blurred around me. The wind whipped my hair around, whistling in my ears. My face felt hot, wet as tears saturated my lashes, flowed down my cheeks, and pooled under my collarbone.
I hurt him. A prisoner in my own body. I couldn't control myself. A painful sob wracked my chest. I couldn't breathe. Couldn't focus.
My legs buckled under me as I crashed down onto the pavement. I caught myself, my palms scraping across the uneven concrete. My chest heaved with every irregular breath. I buried my face in my hands, horrible cries filling me as I settled back on my knees.
Ash and blood rubbed off from my filthy hands onto my face, leaving fingerprints that only marked how guilty I felt inside.
A squeeze like a vise in my chest. I pressed a palm acr
