Ari did not wish to watch Ariel making heart eyes at Noah while hopelessly clinging onto him. Every time she saw Ariel get reactions from Noah, something she couldn't do in three years, Ari tasted bitterness.
Her heart was filled with hollow emotions.
And her thoughts reeked of tears, unsaid words, blood, and a promise of a terrifying death.
She did not know whose, but it did.
Despite having a personality that was kinder than most, Ari feared that she had the will to hurt someone. For her, anger was not just an emotion, it was a monster. One that took over and swallowed everything else. Until blood and mutilated bones remained.
Her thoughts were unkind, unlike her actions and smiles.
She had been hopelessly clinging on to that side of her life, with ripped fingertips and broken fingernails. Ari feared letting loose the side that would make others fear her and let them know that she was different from them.
