#Chapter 100 - Too Little Too Late

Stella The drive to Adrian’s house is silent. I listen to the hum of the engine and the whir of the air conditioning, staring outside the window as the familiar scenery of Adrian’s neighborhood comes into view. I used to think that I would stay in a place like this forever. That I will remain by Adrian’s side as his wife and that one day, he would have seen me for more than a body that he could have picked apart to save Clara. Now, I dread coming back to this place. It holds an abundance of depressing memories, of nights spent alone in a confined bedroom while my body was doubled over in pain. It is a place that I wish to never see again after today but a sliver of my heart feels nostalgic for returning, wishing for me to stay. I know I can’t. it is a death wish for my soul. I know that if I remain here, pieces of me will die and start to decay on the inside of my chest, my heart no longer healthy but a withered mess of pity and uselessness. “Where are we heading, princess?”