The Calm Before The Storm
A soft knock landed on the door repeatedly and then the door was pushed open upon invitation. Silas stepped into the room with a calm expression. He was out of his robe and neither did he have his mask on. Just on their inner wear, pure black rashguard and fitted black pants tucked in an equally black boot. "Hey" He greeted, shutting the door. "Hi!" Tessa replied, climbing out of bed and taking a sitting position on the edge. "How are you feeling?" He asked, pulling up a chair and sitting in front of her. "Honestly?.....I don't know. I don't know if I'm fine, if I'm getting better, if I'm putting it all off and not confronting it or if I'm just too full of hate and rage and seeking for vengeance that it has become my stronger emotion, overshadowing every other emotion. One thing is ce
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