Lion Head Mesa But the roses were only to drain my inspiration

She relished the sound of his fury, the way her words clearly hit home. In her bitterness she wanted to know someone out there was as angry as she was. If he attacked she would be at the disadvantage, still in the water and unwilling to get out to face him. But she didn’t stop.

Her lip curled and she growled. Clearly he didn’t want me. He left me, just like your mother left him. Don’t fucking pretend any of what you’re doing was for his own good. We didn’t even know if you were dead. You’re a coward who’s hiding.

She was scathing, barely containing the anger that was inspired by his statement. There was never an instance being left behind had been better for her, but everyone who did it seemed to think it. How fucking dare they, and how fucking dare he. All it was was cowardice. He couldn’t face his father so he chose to break his heart instead.