pissy ever, wee! drama-queen!
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She couldn’t help admitting she was a little relieved to know that the man was awake and had heard her. If he had not, she would have had to wake him whether that came in a nice way or one opposite way none the less. Despite his slight silence before answering, the girl continued to pace, her movements sending more noise through the house. When Ezra did finally speak, it only succeeded in angering her more.
“No, I cannot,”
Ever said, not any sweeter than her tone the first time. So he had known. The thought ripped the girl’s heart from her ribs, already slightly thickening as her body prepared for a pregnancy if she was in her lupus form. Did this mean he didn’t want them? Did this mean he didn’t care? Perhaps there was another female, like she had first supposed. Exhaustion evaded her when he needed it, but she stayed distant, wanting him to feel what it was like to be alone. Pain was coming in the head-drowning waves again; awoken by her swift and fretful movement. How could she just go back to bed? The thought was thoughtless all the same. Whether the moon was up or the sun, they needed to talk about this sometime. The mate’s had nothing planned. How could they? Her busy mind only succeeded in pushing her mood swing up and over the edge.
Smoky and graceful feet now fled the room and into the main quarters of the bungalow. Running would have been more dramatic but the pain disabled the silvery hybrid from doing so. She felt trapped, but it wasn’t suddenly trapped, the feeling had been hidden by dread. Ever had needed Ezra to be there and comfort her, but he hadn’t. He hadn’t cared that she had to deal with the things growing inside her. Their life wouldn’t be the same, whether he choose to be in it. That thought cut it. Ever flew out the door and didn’t bother to close it behind her. All she did was ran, straight forward towards the ocean, turned crystalline by the midnight moon. Then, she just sat and let the cool waters flow over her dark legs and lap up against her sides. The cold was unbearable but not as frozen as her insides.
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