Stay out of my way. Breathe in. I need you to hate me. Breathe out. I’m not good for you. The floor spins beneath me. I struggle to keep my balance. I don’t drink. I squat down and place my head in my hands. I close my eyes in hopes that I’ll wake up. But I don’t, because this isn’t a dream. It’s much worse. I’m a monster.
Ace is intentionally pushing Calla away but for what reason?
