Rafandra
I knew exactly what she was doing to me. She was trying to push my buttons on purpose. Rile me up until I explode. And it was working. She sees my distance towards her as unfair and cruel, but what she doesn’t realise is that I am only trying to protect her from the pain it will cause us both if we get too close.
I headed into the tavern and ordered an ale from Oletta before drinking it all in three gulps and slamming the empty cup down on the wooden bar. “Another.”
I’ve never been a big drinker. I hate the dullness of the senses it causes and the manipulation of inhibitions and morals. But since returning home with my ‘mate’, it has been the only means of escapism from the pain that permanently lives inside me now. I know I need to face this. Deal with it head on. But I can’
