Stop.
He said I had to stop.
I had to stop loving him.
I stared down at the wet sink, my eyes watered and I decided to dismiss it as the remnants for the water I had splashed on my face.
I had to pull myself out of his embrace. I had to leave the closet.
I locked myself in the bathroom and let my tears fall. I couldn’t remember the last time I cried, it had been so long since I felt that heaviness in my chest, that prickle behind my eyes and the hot liquid slipping down my cheeks.
This was what I most afraid of, getting hurt, getting heartbroken again only this time for a much painful reason.
“I warned you,” I said in a weak voice to my reflection, strands of my silver hair stuck to my face and silver eyes met mine, red and tired.
“Stop crying, Light, stop f*****g crying!”
“ Light
