she stopped breaking things, there was nothing to hit her strength depleted it went quiet in her head. she just sat with herself on the bedroom floor staring at the waves outside the window. like whispers the waters floated to her ears drowning her anger . his words still hunted her. "i love you" felt like terror. she wished she never heard that. now she was trapped between the reality of what Devon is or what he showed her he is.
this room brought back the moment she was brought here. when he had not touched her yet. when her body did not know what his hands felt like. what his kisses were like. she was empty then he came to fill her up making her a museum of his memories. they were beautiful but he also burned down everything he placed in her. she does not recognise herself. she feels
