Distaste

(ARIA'S P. O. V.)

I stood leaning on the rails of the balcony, trying to focus on my breathing. My resolve was crumbling bit by bit; I could feel the intensity of my distaste towards him slip away slowly. The feeling of tiredness had overwhelmed me, leaving my once racing mind blank. It was funny how after all these years of thinking he did was out of his own will, just to find out it was the dying wish of the ex king.

I laughed bitterly; the feeling of pain creeping through my veins like ice forming on a river in winter. I laughed at myself, at my life, at my whole existence. I laughed until I felt the hollowness in my chest grow, and tears of sadness slide down my cheeks. The feeling of insanity closed in; the urge to end it all grew, making jumping down seem very appealing. Suddenly I remembered the smiling face of my baby, and the laughter of Tristan. The good times, flowed through my mind in strips of films, like an old movie. The difference was that I was the only viewer in the l