Ember’s green eyes just look into a concerned set of copper ones, though she fails to see the concern lying in the depths of the beautiful orbs, because the feelings of sadness that have been sitting under the surface are boiling and festering, only held back by the tiniest amount, ready to spill over at any moment are only letting her see the bad side of people. It is hard to see the good when surrounded by so much sh*t.
"Are you going to laugh at me too?"
Kai just looks at her, trying hard not to cringe. He doesn’t like this defeatist tone spoken in her sweet voice. It is wrong, he likes his sassy girl who is full of confidence, who didn’t care what anyone thinks. It was only yesterday, yet it feels like a century has passed. How much can Ember’s life change in the space of twenty-fou
