125. When words fail, tears speak (Anonymous)
I have never cried as hard as I cried on that bathroom floor in any of my years long past.
Even when Jordan beat me for nothing and banished me, even when mama died, even when the Red Moon Pack tried to kill me, I have never felt such pain.
It was ripping apart and I hated it and I couldn't help myself and I hated it even more.
After Richard came, I could see that he was tired and hadn't slept well and so, I asked him to cuddle with me and he agreed.
What he didn't know was that it was him I wasted to rest. And rest he did because a few minutes in my arms and he was a goner.
Everyone else had left us and I knew that no one would come in unless he went out first or he called out for them and that was why when I woke up with the need to go
