Alyn

I could hear them.

The blue colours of the room surrounded me. Always there. Always taunting.

Bitterness swelled inside me. I hadn't gone outside for days. All the stares were too much.

Once they would look at me with smiles, hanging on to my words. They supported me.

I hated it.

And it was all her fault.

Their muffled voices rang through the room as they arrived. A few moments ago, they had come to my door assuring me to resolve things, to talk to Tristan.

Now that they were back, ...