Stella shrugged. "Great." Her eyes dropped to his fingers wrapped around her wrist. "Let go."
"Stella-"
"Just let go, Valeric." And the second he did, she walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. She locked it from the insane, and stormed towards the sink, her shoulders rising and falling in heavy breathing.
There they went again. Never letting her do something for her. Everyone always choosing for her, looking down on her and thinking she's some egg that would break with pressure.
Fuck it! That wasn't her, she wasn't like that. Why couldn't he understand? Why does he have to look at her like that, gazes that she was very familiar with—one that had been drilled into her head every second of her life.
Didn't he make her feel different, strong, like she didn't need to hide herself? Then…what is this? Why? Why did he of all people had to—