Chapter 122.

I stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me. Everything was the same as before we left, the colors and the bed, the pillows and the paintings- everything was exactly the same yet I was supposed to somehow move on from all the shit that had happened to me. God, I was fuming! Was I whining? I couldn't tell anymore if my thoughts and my anger were valid or if I should be more okay with the way things were because of the reasons why they happened. No, stop that. They are valid, he broke me…he absolutely shattered me into a thousand pieces, all of them I wouldn't even be able to find again. But so why did I still care about him? Why did I feel that damn pull and the need for his closeness? And why in the hell was it only growing stronger? It didn't feel like this before. Yes, there was a pull toward him but not this strong, this happened in the Council.  “Uhm, am I disturbing something?”  I stopped my pacing and spiraling and turned around when the honey-sweet voice rang