Golden Glade i will fight you

she promised, though he sensed that she did so reluctantly, and thus, her promise didn't mean anything. nevertheless, hawthorn didn't push. he narrowed his eyes and gave her a decidedly calculating look, but otherwise said nothing else on that matter. he might not like it, but thorn knew when he had to stop; he knew where the line was and he knew when not to cross it. he would not let his emotions control him, no. at her words, however, he forced the tears back and swallowed thickly.

"i'm not letting what they did destroy me," he asserted, glaring at the ground. "i honestly couldn't care less about them. they're no longer my parents. i don't have parents. i don't feel anything anymore," he sounded bitter, he knew, but it was the truth. already, hawthorn was unconsciously suppressing his emotions.