C94 The Hate In Her Heart

Lillian

My hand hung in mid-air. From my reflection in the mirror, I caught an unfamiliar glint playing in my eyes and I couldn't help but scoff in disbelief.

Why did I feel sorry for him? His expression had been cold and for some reason I hadn't been able to provoke him, as hard as I tried. Yet I had seen it in his eyes, sadness. And now I felt sorry for him. Guilty even