(Elara)
I shut the door softly behind me. The click on the door sounded louder than I would have wanted it to be. My hands were shaking, not out of fear but because I was tired. I was f*****g exhausted.
I leaned back against the door and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Damon's voice was still echoing in her head. His excuses, his guilt-filled stare, his hand that he had stretched to hold me which I pulled away from. It seemed like his hand was going to burn me even though deep down, I wanted him to hold me.
I moved to the edge of the bed with the coffee mug still clutched in my hand like it could keep me in touch with my reality but it didn't. My fingers had gone white around the handle, and the tea had gone cold.
I set it down and wrapped my arms around myself, pulling
