A/N: - this is story is unfinished
TONYA ATE HER DINNER ALONE.
No, she meant Spitfire was sitting across her at that table, but then that was how she felt the whole time –alone.
The situation was almost like a redo of how her life was before he came along. He hadn't talked, although he had been staying with her in that apartment the whole time. Not a 'hi,' 'hello,' and not even a freaking 'get lost.'
Spitfire sent the dragonettes back to his lair yesterday, and the decision was all his. It was like she didn't even exist inside her own house, and her thoughts wouldn't count.
'Are we still going anywhere?' Tonya pressed her lips together and gazed out the window. It was drizzling all over Klaire City that night, and listening to the raindrops felt melodramatic and exhausting. However, l
