Geneva
The moment I close that door, my legs finally give in and I slide down to the floor. There is no more strength left in me to fight, to keep the walls around me up, to meet each of Demir’s arrows with ones of my own, just as sharp. I am tired, exhausted actually. I don’t even have the strength to resent him or myself anymore.
I stand like this, frozen, surrounded by darkness, not moving, barely breathing, barely able to keep my eyes open, for god knows how long. Not thinking, just being. I don’t know how much time passed like this or when that stupid numbness will end and I will finally fall apart. For now, I am grateful for the apathy. Grateful that I am able to focus on something else than what happened behind my bedroom door. Any of it.
In the kitchen, Demir finally moves from
