I don't believe You.

Draven. “No! This can’t be the Selara I know.”I said to myself before locking the door of my room behind me. Something about Selara has changed, and I feel it every time she looks at me. She trusts me now and it’s becoming too evident from the way her shoulders relax when I enter her room, in the way she no longer flinches when I touch her during training, in the way her eyes stare into mine on the training field. Pouring a glass of whiskey into my cup, I sipped it at a single gulp, “There is something more about Selara that I’m yet to figure out.” I've spent years building walls around myself, keeping everyone at a distance and it has been safer and easier that way, because by doing that people can't hurt what they can't reach. But Selara... she's breaking through those walls without even trying. I watch her during training sessions, the way she pushes herself to keep on fighting even when I can see through her body that she is already exhausted, the way she refuses to give up even wh