A little hope

Love was a dangerous emotion, it always was, even when I despised it most, I was slowly coming to admire the word again. Xerxes’s sick love had morphed into an obsession, and I was suddenly having flashbacks of my past. I was holding onto a piece of me I desperately wanted to let go of. My efforts to start over and leave my past behind were all in vain. He scared me. Terrorised me. Ironic how the mate I thought I was in love with was the sole reason that made me feel the hatred that much.

My body felt overly exhausted, my limbs aching, the back of my spine screaming with agony as I adjusted myself in the seat. His warm hand clasped against my thigh as his touch assured me.

“Sleep. We’ll be there shortly.” His whispered words stirred a wave of calmness in me. And I shockingly closed my heavy lids. The weather outside looked delicate, reminding me of the days I missed the most. Spring was my favourite time of the year. The sun's rays were warmer, and the air was soft. Golden hues chirp