"MARCEL?" He was frantic. His hair was all over the place, and the crazed look upon his face said it all. It was so unlike him to look in such away.
The shock on her face was present; for months, he had not even made himself known to her; he had vanished just like Grayson had, without a word to her. Titan, on the other hand, had chosen to stay. Alison couldn't help but wished he had left with his brother, and then there would be no reminder of Grayson, but somehow, she knew that wouldn't work. He made sure to make himself known he was still there.
"Alison, you're awake." His voice was gentle, and there it was that look upon his eyes was the same pity everyone had given her. She loathed it so much, almost to the point that she wanted to stab them within their eyes, only so she could make her stop with their sympathy.
She wasn't some delicate flower. So why was everyone pitting her?
