VALORIA WILDEROSE
We're both left panting, staring into each other's souls with an intensity that feels like it could burn the entire world down around us.
A stretch of awkward, suffocating silence follows, and we both turn away from each other uncomfortably, unable to face whatever truth is sitting heavy in the space between us.
I wipe my lips roughly, as if I can erase the feeling of him, looking desperately for a means of escape amidst the chaos and internal turmoil raging inside my chest. Silently cursing myself for giving in to him yet again like some weak-willed fool.
I'm about to make a run for the bathroom door and lock myself in there until morning when he breaks the silence.
"Did you strip me?" he asks suddenly, finally noticing the different clothes he's wearing now—clean ones that don't reek of blood and death.
"I had to. You were filthy."
Bloody, to be exact. Covered in gore and other things I didn't want to think too hard about.
