•Leiara•
After the way Colson clearly drives a wedge between Willa's worth and mine, not that it is the first time, I ignore him throughout the whole day.
There's a limit to how much I can swallow. And as it is, I can feel my heart already getting too worn out and damaged to be repaired by a tape or glue.
A little more from the likes of Colson and his family, Willa included, of course, and this heart of mine will crumble into nothing.
I don't want that. I want to protect it. and I think I can if I, first of all, pick myself up off the floor and stop being their foot mat.
Too upset at Colson, I don't sleep in his private room for the night. I decide to return back to my bedroom, mindless of what Willa might do since she still has the key.
I'm just too mad to care at the moment. And this anger seems to fuel my resolve and harden my backbone.
