•Leiara•
But what I need right now isn't a face veiled in feigned concern. It is for him to leave my presence.
I can't bear the sight of him or the thought of him even coming near me. Blame it on my deteriorating health or whatever, but no!
The disbelief masking a part of his face is too bright to overlook. He seems too shocked that he was met with such blatant rejection from me— a woman who wouldn't have dared draw a proper breath in his presence before.
My chest collapses deep as my breaths turn more labored and faint. My mouth is slightly ajar for support, pouring out warm breath.
My posture is hunched forward, shoulder rising and falling like I'd just ran a marathon.
I can't think straight as it seems not enough oxygen is getting to my brain. I'm struggling, fighting to not succumb to the wave of dizziness rising inside me, but my shaky composure crumbles when I catch Colson take a step forward.
"Don't!!" I manage to scream out in spite of my condition.
