**Elena**
The walk to my chambers felt like the longest and most heart aching moment of my life.
Every step echoed too loud in the hallway, like it was mocking me. Telling me how alone I was.
How he let me walk away.
Why the hell am I crying?
I wiped at my cheek harshly, as if scrubbing the tears away would erase the pain too. But it didn’t. The tightness in my chest stayed. The lump in my throat refused to budge.
Why does this feel like a break up?
No, scratch that—why does it feel like a funeral?
Of something I stupidly believed in.
I sniffed, trying to draw back the wetness in my nose, trying to pull myself together.
But before I could even breathe right, a sharp voice cut into the silence.
“You evil thing.”
I turned, blinking through the haze, and there she was.
Aunt Lena
