I stared after her with vitriol coating my heart, my throat soaked in it too. I wasn’t going to follow her. I just wanted her out of my sight. Because I hated her. Not for who she was but for what I wasn’t. For the mirror she held up to me. I wanted her to fear me as all others did, not look at me with those infuriating eyes which never dropped from mine in submission. And yet… and yet, and yet… how I didn’t want that too.
