FENRYS’ POV
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Briar’s blonde tendrils are all over my lap as I sit in the cell, door open wide, her head rested on my legs, and I gently stroke my fingers through her hair while I sit with my back against the iron bars, and my head too while I stare at the sky. I know I should leave her here, that anyone could come here and see me with her like this, but right now, my guilt has me crippled. I can’t walk. I can’t leave her. She’s become the sun after so many dark, cloudy years.
I punched her. I punched her before she hurt herself— and I hate myself for it. What I really hate about myself is that I kept the truth from her, and what I hate more is that she was in this pathetic cage when I told her that her mother was dead. I said it with no remorse while I wanted to rip my own head off. T
