There was nothing that could prepare her for they Cambria looked, and she found something that Mati could not hate more. All the things she hated could not be counted, for the Church woman was one to hold a grudge. She hated the feeling of walking though fresh mud, she had the way her the floor boards creaked right outside her door, she hated Tokyo for chasing Ares away and hurting her, she hated Corvus for hurting her and threatening to take everything away and leaving the remembrance embedded in her arms, she hated her birth mother for all of her neglect and how her life simply continued without the children she had left behind, and she hated herself. At that moment, as brave eyes encouraged by a false hope lifted to look upon the woman that she had pained she had never hated anyone more. How could she have done that? It was not a fiery hate, but the kind that rained down and made her entire body grow weak. The type that made her want to fall to the ground and give up any fight for control. Mati Church hated herself that much, for placing such a look of sorrow and disappointment and shame on Cambria Marino’s face.
It was so powerful that at that moment Mati could not even ask the question why, why it mattered and why the pain rose so quickly in either of them. The questions would come later, rolling through her like the train of emotion that Cambi hit her with. Still nothing could be thought or felt beyond her self-hate.
And in a mere moment that female was alone, the echo of her sweet voice nothing more then her imagination replaying it in her ears. Dull purple eyes looked at the door that had been closed behind her and the tall wolfess took a deep breath and found that her scent was still fresh in the air, but nothing like the intoxication that came when she was standing so close. Her chest tightened, the muscle contracting. Her body moved, reaching for the window and opening the paned glass. Cold air flowed, piercing her eyes and chapping her lips. She stood silent and still, taking in the outside and wishing to rid herself of the breathless feeling her contracted chest had brought. But the pain didn’t go away, and Mati moved to sit and found the stool. A hand lay on her chest, her breathing rushing in and out. She counted them, slowing them and looked to her right to find the picture. Eyes focused, her heartbeat-filled ears softening, and her chest released it hold slowly with each concentrated breath.
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