They were all absolutely certain.
Tomorrow, she must be firmly tethered to them.
Not just her body, but her heart as well. On the tip of her heart, there can only be two names, and no third.
Selene sat by the window, her chest feeling like a stone was pressing down, leaving her breathless.
A nameless fire burned within her, yet she couldn't find an outlet, forcing herself to endure, eroding her patience bit by bit.
If the past wasn't so clearly etched in her memory, she would almost doubt.
Whether she was born with this temper, easily flaring up.
She used to be so afraid, afraid she would turn into that woman she once was.
Once her emotions surged, she couldn't control them, her words would curse, her hand would slap.
So she kept enduring.
No matter how troubled or irritable she felt, she dared not easily lash out.
She feared one day losing control, hurting these people before her, and utterly destroying herself.
