Emily sat alone in her room, having cried the entire night and for the first few hours of the morning. She didn't even want to look at her reflection, to see how hideous and bloated she must have looked from all the tears.
She hated him; every last bit of him. And if she could, she would have ran a sword through his heart at the first opportunity she got.
The pain was too much for her to bear. All she wanted was for the earth to open up and swallow her whole. She never wanted to step outside again, and the last thing she wanted was to see Jason's face ever again.
When Esabella came to open her curtains in the morning, she found her sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at the ground, looking distraught.
"Emily," she called, "are you alright?"
Of course she wasn't. She couldn't
