He was gone when I awoke. I cursed, lashing out. The cup shattered as I flung it at the floor. "Damn you, Samael," I said bitterly. A rose lay on the table, white as death. I scoffed. "Cheap asshole."
As if in answer to my insult, a silver necklace fell from its stem, rubies gleaming. I gawked. "I don't need your god damn gifts either," I muttered darkly, stuffing it away in the cabinet under the sink, amidst garbage and recycling. Invaluable trinkets winked back at me in the shadowed light of the room. "I'm burying those in the yard," I promised myself.
I flung myself into my studies. The campus flooded. I lost myself to friends - wild parties, clubs, and artsy cafes. I lived so much to forget him, though he lingered at the edges of my mind.
The thunder outside my British Literature 2 class was so loud as to almost drown out my professor. I doodled in the margins of my paper.
"Shannon, would you read aloud for us?" she asked.
