MORIA
And I would have too.
I would have lifted my hands and slapped him hard across that perfect, emotionless face of his.
Then I would have kicked and scratched and clawed at his eyes until I could no longer feel the aching, yawning blackness of the pit his words threatened to drag me into.
But before I can jump him and commit what I am certain is essentially sucide, I hear a car in the drive way.
Or rather we both hear it because our heads turn in unison towards the sound, mine still pressed against the door.
Tristen steps calmly away from me, his face as blank as ever.
You are nothing Moria…Nothing.
I press the tips of my nails hard into my palms, forcing the pain to center me,to remind myself that I am no longer that girl.
Small, and trapped and about to ruin the life of the
