I will discuss this when I am tranquil emotionally for all I can do at this moment is blame him for his past sins and point fingers. I shall nestle beneath my covers and rest for tonight and maybe tomorrow I will speak with him.
As I take the obscure route to our secluded cottage I regard my male pacing outside impatiently. He has been waiting for me to return, sensing my presence he spontaneously freezes peering up at me a nod he gives in welcome. No smile as ever, Phobos? Where is that simper you bestowed to your friend Moira so naturally?
Disregarding his existence I hasten forward towards the shelter marching past him without another glimpse at his being that waits to be attended to by me. If I just reach my room, I can bolt it and I shall be protected from him for tonight. The earsplitting racket of his heavy feet thundering against the floor behind me has my heart race with a velocity. Do not follow me!
