Selene
Abaddon's words rang in my head like a loop, stressing me out even more. I clutched on my boy-cut hair.
Azriel had been through the worst. He didn't show it one bit. But I saw those flashbacks of him, his father beating, hitting his back with his belt, burning cigarettes on him while he just tried to get away, screams and angry tears slipping out of him.
So glad I killed that fucking sadistic abuser.
The one person that was supposed to protect his childhood was ruining it, destroying it. He didn't give up, and pride burned in my chest. I wanted to go and hug him to sleep, to watch him, to make sure he was okay, to be with him always, to let him open up, but universe like to fuck us up, and now it's kind of forbidden to do that?