Arya's POV
I walked out of Fiona's sight and even replied her with sass but the truth is seeing her alone got me shaken up badly than I thought it would. Her filthy face alone brought back painful memories I never want to remember.
I strode away slowly and with each step I took, my shoulders slumped and sagged remarkably.
I didn't even know I was crying until I bumped into someone by the balcony.
"What the..." We chorused a yell and our voices faded as soon as our eyes met. Hell, with someone right in front of me, I was supposed to preserve my dignity and pride by wiping off the tears that stained my face but I was doing an exact opposite. Letting out more tears.
"Arya?" The voice called and I sobbed, struggling to stay put. Possibly turn the other way and run out of this suffocatin
