Adam Davies
Fury. Blinding, such blinding rage that I can hardly sit up straight. I feel like I'm hurting all over like I'm about to combust.
I'm useless to Lily in my current state, and frankly, I don't want to waste another second before making things right. Every fibre in my being aches to hold this fragile yet strong woman in my arms and to tell her that I will not allow anyone to hurt her. Ever. Even if that person is Alistair. Yet my body starts moving on its own, and before I know it I am muttering a pathetic excuse about being late for the event and slamming the door behind me as I hurry out.
It hurts, leaving her alone and possibly confused. I could read in her eyes the disappointment, but I’ll have plenty of time to make it right after. I’ll have plenty of time to grow a pair
