Out of Here

Killorn's words haunted Ophelia. He turned her around and watched as her dress swished like falling petals around her. He fondly stroked her face and pulled her close.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he demanded. "I could've fixed it for you much sooner."

"I-I'd have no e-evidence," she admitted. "T-they're vampires and—"

"I would've believed you regardless!" he insisted, his voice rising. "I would have—"

"I-I told you I had no l-lovers, t-that Neil was no one, b-but you didn't believe me!" she cried out, her tone also growing. He was shell-shocked and speechless.

Ophelia hugged her arms with an aggrieved face. "You didn't t-trust me once, w-what makes me think y-you'll listen this time?"

Killorn sharply exhaled. "So it's my fault."

Ophelia opened her mouth to deny him. Then, she selfishly glanced at her feet.