RAPHAEL
I watched as she walked past me like I wasn't there, her eyes burning with hatred and hurt. I haven't seen this part of her, at least not yet.
I had never imagined that she would be this cold, this filled with hatred as our eyes met and she walked past me.
I stood in the corridor, still observing her.
My hand was still on the banister from where I had just come down the stairs.
I had expected anger, tears, maybe another confrontation, some version of the fire I knew lived in her, but not this, not that flat unwavering look that said she had already made a decision somewhere in herself and closed a door I didn't know I needed open.
My chest pulled tight, as I turned back toward my room.
The engagement decorations were still up in the main hall below, lights warm, flowers
