9
Dryas
I leave the bathroom trembling. Filled with anger and hate, I wrapped my fingers around Rue’s throat.
I meant to kill. Not that she specifically had done anything, other than running away. But it was just too easy to slip into that routine again, to feel nothing as I slowly drained her life with my bare hands.
The whiskey numbed me, urged me on.
But there was a second of reality that comes crashing in on me, just as I grip her throat and leer into her reddened, tear-streaked face.
A quiet voice that echoes, what are you doing?
My hand squeezes a little harder, and I think… if you hurt her, if you kill her, you will truly be alone.
I pause.
She is the only reason you’re even still alive.
So, I let go, pushing away from her.
It’s not her fault.
She didn’t create the mess
