Chapter 25

How could I leave Alex? My stomach churns again when I remember Vincent's words last night. I lifted my chocolate cup and put it to my lips. My hand shook slightly as I put my cup back down. Should I leave it? Can I live like Vincent? Controlling my power then hiding it? Is it possible after that ... I can come back again? Maybe in five years, or ten years, when I'm more normal I can go back. Alex will be fine without me. I'm sure we can-

The sound of something crushing distracted me, suddenly my hands felt wet, I lowered my head looking at the cup I was holding, or the one I had previously held. My hands were covered in a dark brown and red liquid, several pieces of porcelain stuck in my palms. I stared at my hands in horror, I didn't even feel the pain.

I carefully picked up every bit that stuck in my palm and threw it in the trash. I wash my hands until they are clean again then dry them with a soft towel. Blood was still flowing slightly from his open wound, now sticking to the to