Lilieth
Watching Deo pack her things is physically painful.
I don't think any pain is worse than an emotional one, and that's what I'm going through right now. This is the kind of pain I couldn't reach even in my wildest daydreams—the kind that no salve or bandage could heal.
Fury is emanating from Deo and she's not looking up as she packs, shoving random articles inside her trunk before slamming it shut. Running her fingers through the short bangs, she finally says something for the first time since we came into the room.
"Shit."
I'm stunned. I simply can't believe this.
Her eyes meet mine. "I'm sorry, Lilieth; I really am. For some reason, I couldn't control my anger despite knowing the consequences."
My lips are sealed shut. No words come to me.
"I'm really sorry," Deo cla
