The daybreaks.
I sat on the cold marbled stairs, being a complete mess. The dirt and blood I had on my dress and my skin did not bother me. The fresh-cut I obtained on my neck and my arm no longer ache as much before.
No one dared to touch me or help me with my wounds. Some servants that passed me gave me worried glances, but the look on my face had them scramming away.
One tried to talk to me an hour later, and I noticed that it's the same girl that tried stopping me on the stairs. She warned me about Ada thinking that he's a threat. She came to me wanting to assist me in cleaning up, but I turned her down.
I'm sitting on the tiled stairs because I lost the will to continue walking. And I know that deep within me, that's not the only reason why I refuse to go anywhere. I keep my eyes both moving from the door and to the ring on my palm.
