Leonard
I slam the door behind me, and the force I use rattles the frame. I can feel the heat rising in my chest, my mind keeps replaying the sight of Aurelia halfway out of that damn window. If I had been even a minute late she would have slipped or worse... she could have fallen...died. The thought churns my stomach, filling me with a mix of fear and anger. Not at her, but at myself.
What have I become?
I drag a hand through my hair, trying to steady my breath, but it's no use. The image of her desperate eyes as she tried to escape, her fierce determination to get away from me, haunts me. She hates me, and why wouldn't she? I've given her every reason to. But if she just remembered everything I wouldn't need to be doing all this.
