JASMINE
“If I had the power to ask you not to come to the training ground again, I would but since I don’t, the next time you show your face there, stick to training and don’t make promises you can’t keep because you’re feeling….sad— Luna,” Alec adds in a cold sarcastic tone and walks out of my room.
I watch him leave and I heave in anger. If only I can drag him back and cut out that vile tongue of his, yank out his stone cold heart and see if it truly has no emotion whatsoever. He knows how much I suffered when dad died, he was there through it all.
Why is he treating it like something trivial and making it seem like I am doing too much?
Am I?
No, he can go to hell.
Some of us have emotions and we express them. We can’t all be like him but I hate the gnawing feeling in my chest bit
