Glass Hearts

Grayer

Arabella.

The memories of the cruel dinner assault me at every moment, with every breath. The vicious words we said, my lips on her stepsister’s cold skin, the sound of the leather hitting her already damaged back. Her desperate sobs as she looked at us with heartbreak.

The hurt in her eyes. Her pleas.

And I couldn’t do anything.

My brothers think I don’t hear them worrying about me.

I do not think they are upset enough.

I can’t lose her.

Fuck everything.

Like a candle flame without a wick, I am nothing without her.