VALORIA WILDEROSE
"Y-you didn't ha-have to f-follow me all t-t-the way back to m-my room."
Yara's tired gaze finds mine with a half-glare.
"If I didn't, Calliope wouldn't let me hear the end of it. You really have her wrapped around your finger, don't you?" There's a hint of sass and disappointment in her tone, and it nudges me painfully with more guilt.
I continue to match her quick, long strides from those long legs, struggling to keep up—and end up looking like a bumbling fool right next to her bold, confident, tall self.
Even if I'm not jogging to keep up with her, I stand out like a sore thumb right next to her, just because we're like night and day—her glorious, overpowering aura and beauty right next to my plain, underfed frame.
And just like the rest of her friends, I don't belong or fit in next to them. And yet, these new feelings of greed and desire burn painfully in my chest after last night—wanting things I could never have.
Things I shouldn't dream of.
