C48 47. EX CUPID'S TURMOIL

“I hate you!”

Each of the three words felt like invisible swords that pierced me repeatedly and I collapsed against her closed door, trying to hold myself up with my weak hands as I hang on for dear life.

I couldn’t breathe.

“Oh, you bloody idiot!” Aeon marched up from the top of the stairs as he saw me there, pathetically holding on to the door knob. I put a finger over my lips