Cerulean Cape make the dark feel darker than before

She struck John once again with words like missiles. They’re course straight, unwavering until they hit their target. John could feel the anger build up in his chest, for multiple reasons she upset him. He was young too, only two years old, taken from his home, and his family raised him with tight morals, so all the cursing only added to the pile of triggers. But in all this, he closed his eyes tight, silently asking God for help, help to gain control of his emotions. When John prayed, he always could feel his spirits rise, even if it was a little. He breathed, wrapping his mind around peace.

He said nothing more, didn’t fight this battle, as it would only cause Dinah to keep digging a bigger grave. He then walked away, close enough that he could glance over at them and see them clearly, but far enough off that he wouldn’t feel the girls breathing down his scruff.