¬ FASHIRE
I hated this. I despised everything, and there was a raging urge to tear every single thing in sight apart.
I hated how my heart ached at the thought.
Why did I even feel more unstable than before?
I had been doing splendidly well. I had been far better back then naively going about what I had usually done, no matter how evil or twisted it was.
I didn't give a damn.
I hated this awareness. It was sickening.
And it was all her fault. She did this to me!
Hiln's face merged with my mother's to scramble in my mind and I clenched my fists on the table of my seat, not even being mindful of the multiple weary eyes on me.
I had lost it. I had lost it in front of that dreadful witch. I just hadn't expected her to make this kind of appearance. She wasn't supposed to have left the void. She couldn't. And that girl—the amount of betrayal I felt when she wanted to discuss with her.
Discuss what exactly?
