LEAH
Fear. A shadow that clings to oneself, relentless and cold. Curling around a heart like a serpent tightening every heart best. Its whispers are needless, sharp, and incessant, weaving doubts that stitch to the mind forever.
Unless it's fought off, it will keep growing, stitching deeper into my heart, suffocating me with its deadly presence.
The hair on my shoulder stood as the door creaked open; I fought the urge to run, hide under the bed, and scream for whoever walked in to spare my life.
I brushed off the tear stain on my face before turning to find Cleo. Her smile was wide but sad, her eyes held pity. I hated it, but I didn't count.
I left the window, striding back to my bed. Damien had given me the space I thought I needed; being alone only made me drown in compromising thou
