Chapter 83 My Demon

• Hate. I hate myself. Self-loathing filled me and threatened to explode. I felt like I was going to combust. How? How has he done it? How can he still stand to touch me, to be near me? Just the thought of what I’ve done is enough to make me sick. I’m disgusted with myself. This world is getting blurry and I focus on the moon above. I’m out of air, out of the will to live, out of time. I don’t deserve it, I shouldn’t want it, I shouldn’t dare, but I do. I wish to see him. I want… I want to see those obsidian eyes one last time. My hands fall to my side as my head lolls to the side.
• There’s a roar that cuts through my thoughts and fills the garden. The hand around my throat loosens as green eyes turn from me and for the first time oxygen fills my lungs. Little breaths of air as I suck in more and more air. I follow his gaze, my eyes locking on the open door. Light spills out from the party and a dark shadow fills the doorway. My body convulses as my eyes lock on obsidian eyes. Betrayal stares back at me from my demon’s eyes. My soul weeps as my mind goes blank. My fingers twitch and I start to lift my hand before I stop. I don’t deserve to call out to him, don’t deserve to cry for him, don’t deserve to want him.
• “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Ethan growls. “Get the fuck out of here,” he demands.