~ NYSSA
I shoved my clothes into my bag, blinking back the tears that gathered around my eyes.
Rowan's words replayed in my head over again like a never-ending loop.
It was bad enough that he'd turned me away, but flat out sending me away like I was nothing--- it hurt more than I cared to admit.
I didn't sleep all night.
I sat in bed, staring at the box in front of my—the—door. My bonfire outfit sat in the cupboard, and it seemed to mock me.
It was crazy how I started the day feeling excited at the prospect of feeling included and right now, I wasn't sure I could feel more alone.
At the first ray of sight of the sun peeking over the horizon, I grabbed my box, but at the last minute, chose to abandon it. I didn't bring any clothes with me when I came. Everything here belonged to him and I'd be damned if I let myself take anything else from him.
