“What did she whisper to you before she left?” I asked through shaking lips, though I wasn’t sure if it was fear or anger that was making me tremble most. “Blue,” he begged. “Tell me,” I demanded, my body thawing as a fiery rage was stoked in me instead. “She said…” His throat bobbed and his eyes moved to the wall beyond me, resignation falling over him. “That perhaps there are deeper ways to make you suffer than making me bleed.”
I hate her more than anything
