45

~Faye

The emotions that consumed me ranged from various parts of me. Each building up into energy in the palms of my hands. I’m so furious I want to explode. Yet at the same time I’m so overwhelmed by what happened, I want to throw up in at my feet. All these feelings slam off the walls of my mind.

“Get off me,” I scream. It’s a shrill sound that echo’s off the cliff. I slam my hands against his chest, pushing him off me with all the energy within me. “Get the hell away.”

He stumbles away, the heel of his feet coming close to the edge of the cliff. One more hit and he would fall. Would he die? I highly doubt it. He would surely use his newly regenerated powers to reverse time and send me tumbling down instead. And by the unamused look on his face, he had that idea in his head too.

“Woah there. I nearly fell,” he says, quirking his eyebrow.

“Good. You deserve to suffer. And you will suffer,” I snap at him. I hate him. I want the worst for him. He deserves to burn and feel pain for his