*The Next Morming*
~Connor~
Bella was standing in her room, back stiff, hair a mess, and the sound of her shoving clothes into that stupid suitcase was so loud it felt like it was rattling inside my skull.
And I swear to God for a second I thought maybe I’d imagined last night, maybe I’d dreamed the whole damn thing, but then I looked at her hands shaking and her shoulders tight and I knew, no, it was real, all of it, the screaming, the door slamming, her eyes catching me with Lily pressed against the pole like a stripper , and now here we were, morning after, and she was packing like she could fold her rage into a neat square and zip it shut.
“Bella,”
“Don’t.” She snapped it out so fast and she didn’t turn, just kept throwing dresses into the bag like every fabric had betrayed her.
