Raziela
Tears burned behind my eyes, hot and sharp, but I refused to let them fall. Not here. Not in front of him. I would not give him the satisfaction.
The pain of his words was a physical thing, it was far worse than any physical blow I had ever endured. He had taken every insecurity, every fear, and honed it into a weapon to destroy me.
He waited for a response I couldn't give. When only silence answered him, he let out a short, sharp breath of contempt.
“Get. Out.”
With a strength I didn't know I possessed, I turned. My feet felt unsteady, disconnected from my own body, but I forced one to move in front of the other. My only focus was the door. I had to get through that door.
I had to escape his presence before the dam of my control broke and I shattered completely. I did not
