[Primus]
Her beautiful golden eyes grow dark, hard, and cold as tears roll down her cheeks.
“Get. Out.” she points at the door.
“Carnelia I…” She shakes her head. She has no interest in hearing anything I have to say.
“I never want to see you again,” her arm is unsteady and her whole body begins to shake. “I don’t care what face you are wearing,” her voice is still weak, strained from her illness. “I don’t want anything to do with you.”
Each of those words feels like I am being stabbed in the heart because I can feel that she means every word. She wants nothing to do with me. Worse, she never wants to see me, think of me, have me anywhere near her. She is done with me. My heart is slowly shattering as I get up from the chair and turn to leave.
“I understand,” Look down at my hands I
