VALORIA WILDEROSE
I shudder silently, entrapped by blue eyes that dim—void of warmth or anything remotely human.
Truly vicious.
What am I even looking for right now?
Even in moments when my blood boiled and my heart shattered, I held his gaze, searching for something each time.
Even when I told myself never to trust him again and made promises to stay away, I kept looking—kept talking, poking, and prodding for a sign of warmth, any at all.
Even now, like a fool.
I realize it's because I've been looking for the slightest glimpse of hope not to kill him.
Because this foolish girl, even after being scorned and ridiculed, dragged through the earth like a creature lesser than a pig, can't see herself going through with it.
I hesitate at every chance. I've been hesitating… because I want a reason not to have to kill anyone, even if the world might depend on it.
And that makes me even more pathetic.
I hate that my cowardice outweighs the greater good.
