*ELYSIA*
Guilt reeled into my guts replacing the burst of nostalgia I felt seconds ago. Drayton did not deserve the way I spoke to him. Now I understood the reason why he was adamant in disclosing my suppressed memories. Why would I want to remember that I endured a bullet to my guts? Or a silver dagger to my stomach?
My utterances to him were condescending.
True, I was upset that he wouldn't tell me the truth, but now I understand his perspective. I owe him an apology. I should go right to him and apologize for how I spoke because if it was somebody else, he wouldn't leave the room quietly with my head still intact.
Scuffling out of bed, I didn't bother to put on footwear. Rather I dashed out of the room to the corridor, only to be met with silence.
“Drayton?” I called, my eyes d
