I moved my melancholic self away from there and slumped in my bed in my chambers, the familiar scent of straw and leaves doing nothing to comfort me.
The tears came then, hot and unstoppable, soaking the bedding beneath me as I wept with a grief I had never known.
Very unable to stop the tears that soaked the bed, I wondered if this would be the new normal.
If this was how it would always be between us. If I had finally pushed him away for good.
The manner at which I was treated a while back was not hostile or malevolent. It was indifferent. That was what made it so much worse than any cruelty or anger could have been.
There was no heat in his words, no passion in his actions, just a cold detachment that spoke of someone who had simply... simply stopped caring.
I feel like Benjamin is no longer seeing me as a lover.
The thought echoed in my mind, hollow and devastating. Then, now what?
