Chapter 145

"You can leave now," the bold voice came up, standing next to the wide-opened door, glaring at her back in the face with no emotions in those eyes, "the door had always been opened."

She grimaced, looking at him and then at the door. Why did it feel like he was playing with her, yet his face was so straight and not betraying anything?

"Are you.."  She hated how her voice sounded in her ears; what was she doing being scared of him? "Are you sure?"

He nodded, 

But her distrust for him screamed the loudest. There was nothing complicated about finding out If he was playing with her, except that she was tired of being let down; she didn't want to feel that way any longer.

She took a step forward, grimacing as the pain shot from her feet to her brain, prickly like needles. How did she ever think stepping on broken glass was a good idea?

Ending up only hurting herself.

She took more steps, almost close to him now; he looked down at her leg, his