Ethan;
I nearly drop the mug when my hand suddenly jerks.
Hot tea spills over my fingers and onto the kitchen counter, and I hiss quietly under my breath as I set the cup down harder than intended.
For a moment, I just stand there breathing unevenly and staring at my hands. They're trembling again.
Not violently, but enough to irritate me. Enough to remind me that something inside me still is unstable.
The kitchen is quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the rain tapping lightly against the windows outside.
Aurelian left twenty-seven minutes ago…
Yes. I counted.
Which is pathetic enough on its own, but I can't help it.
I place my hand on my waist as I lean against the counter.
The tea smells too strong all of a sudden, and the rain has grown too loud.
Even the feel of my shirt against my skin feels overstimulating somehow.
I hate what has become of me.
It suddenly feels like some twisted version of being in heat, and I hate it. I hate it so much.
