KAEL
I walked out of the office with her eyes still on me. Or maybe it was just my mind replaying them...those wide, wounded eyes I had no right to meet. Convenient. A game. I could still hear my own voice cutting her open, and it tasted like ash in my mouth.
Not because I hated her. God, if only it were that simple. I said those things because I had to. Because if I'd let her see even a flicker of what I still felt, I would've kept her chained to me. And wasn't that what she didn't want? Wasn't I the selfish bastard suffocating her, clinging to her when she clearly wanted to be somewhere else? With someone else?
I had to make her believe it. That she was nothing. That I could throw her away.
Because if it ended clean...if I let her walk away knowing I still loved her like breathing...I wouldn't survive it.
