16
Rue
I’m really starting to like coffee. The taste of it, the scent as it wafts in the air. The way that it looks when I dibble cream into it, trying to get the color just so. I wrap my hands around my warm mug and turn another page.
I’m also beyond excited that I can finally use my wrist again, even for something as simple as using it to grip a coffee mug. It’s nice, feeling whole again.
If only psychological scars were as easy to heal as my physical ones. I might not be jumping at every little sound anymore, but my core issue of trusting Dryas… that doesn’t seem to be getting any better, no matter how well he treats me. Part of me just wonders…
Is it all an act? Or maybe he really does mean it, until he gets drunk again. How on earth should I know?
Taking a sip of coffee, I sigh
