Lian did not remember much of it. She felt numb inside; it was easier to not feel anything at all rather than face the horrific events of the day before. Even her teardrop had lost its luster, and it was as ordinary as any other crystal. She had barely slept the night before, too afraid she’d find herself in that dark desert if she did. When exhaustion took over the next day and she lost her concentration, erratic thoughts drunk on fear slipped through her mental barrier. What had gotten into her? Was she out of her mind? Was it the sickness making her hallucinate, or was there truly something living inside of her? She never would have spoken to anyone, let alone Gabriel, that way. She had known anger, sure; jealousy was even an emotion familiar to her. Though she didn’t always succeed, she didn’t try to encourage on her darker emotions by brooding on them too much. She felt fairly in control of herself most days. But lately it seemed her feelings were amplified, that the darker part of her soul she fought to restrain – to forget – was struggling to free itself, like an enraged, caged animal.
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