Chapter 117

Neck deep in the tub, gazing up at the ceiling, eyes roughened and tired from all the tears shed, enough to make the foamy water salty.

How long have I been here—a couple of hours? All day? I didn't want to know; it was peaceful enough in this position, within the silence, floating out of my body to keep the memories at bay.

But that also wasn't a success, so often, I wallowed in my guilt, the tasteless scenario that had occurred hours ago replaying in my head, her heated confession refusing to leave the more I pleaded for it too.

“She died because of you, Lily; you have always been the reason people get destroyed; you are a curse.”

The tears had returned as I stared ahead at the empty stairs, my strength leaving me. So weak that I stumbled and clutched the rail to keep myself from falling flat on my face, wanting to block out all of her words with my fingers in my ears, but I felt too rigid even to make a move.

“Does it give you a clue why I'm angry?