*Alpha Barret*

*Unwanted Guilt* planned Attack*

Miceala left, and shut the door behind her, the sound of it echoing in my ears.

I stood there for a while, not returning to Priscilla, but staring at the mess on the ground, the ones I created.

I felt a weight in my heart anytime I remembered the last blink of tears that dropped from her eyes. She was hurt, very hurt, and it shouldn't mean anything to mean but I don't know why every word of hate I said to her ended up putting me in a state ...