Soaking in a tub with bubbles and a rose was recommended by the employee who wouldn’t leave her alone — it was supposed to bring peace.
Then why is she always staring at the door handle? As if she’s expecting someone or 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 to reveal themselves in her empty place.
and stood up. Stepping over her lifeless art, she picked up the needed paper and walked out.
So much for a fun Tuesday. She still feels anger. At least the family will have a story to tell when they come home.
Throwing another limb out while she crashed on a blood-stained couch, Celaena stayed motionless as she watched the puddle move closer to her feet.
The surroundings were a mess. Hints of a struggle littered every inch of the room, just as every hint that life once lived here +
did. The battle to keep something that didn’t even belong to the person. If she were anyone else, maybe she’d laugh.
All of that fight just to end up as helpless as they were when they first entered this world.
Instead, she wiped her red-soaked hands on the nearest blanket +