Stella
Looking up at Adrian, I feel nothing. Sure, there is a semblance of pity from behind my gaze, but it is more of condensation rather than any genuine affliction of wanting him to get better.
There is a look of disappointment on his face, one that is mixed in with denial and anger. Can I blame him, though? He has been so blind and oblivious to the fact that there are people with much different lives than him, including my own.
“What is it, Adrian?” I ask with a frustrated yet mocking groan. I shift my weight to my back foot. “Have you finally given up on the idea that I am this pure soul that you have some weird obligation to protect?”
What I asked is true. Ever since Clara woke up, Adrian has assumed a weird position of a guardian angel, someone who wishes to look out for me in m
