The Burning SkyI press my back hard against the farthest side of the room, trying to get away from him. The surface is not smooth, and I end up with a sharp edge from one of the furniture connects behind my back. Is it a wall decoration? A frame? A sword? I can’t really focus on that right now, because this tormentous feeling is consuming me deadly.
“ Amethyst, what are you doing? ” he asks me, voice so smooth it always draws me back in. But I can ’ t ─ No, I won ’ t.
“What’s wrong? Why do you....” he climbs off the bed so fast his figure becomes a blur, one that becomes solid once more right in front of me. My body grows tenser by the closing distance. “....look so afraid? Did I do something wrong?”
Something wrong? Of course he did! Why is he even asking? He was the one who did it to
