Stella
I heard the gunshot, of course I did. It has to be the most deafening sound I've ever heard, yet I chose not to say anything. Part of me felt relief that the woman, Em is what Roman called her, is gone.
The jealousy eating away at me, for I pieced enough together to know that Roman once loved her more than anything.
The anger and near hatred I developed after she beat me.
The sickening thing she told Roman about… me.
All is fresh and swirling in my mind, essentially turning my brain to mush. Everything comes with a vengeance and my stomach contracts violently before I muffle a warning to Roman that he needs to put me down.
He complies and swiftly lowers me to the ground. I retch but nothing but sobs of uselessness come out of me.
I vaguely register Roman's hand on my stomac
