_{❝I’m done wasting my breath on you.❞}

    _{[ she lives in a constant state of denial. of losing henry, of her feelings, of her newly discovered sister, of many other things. but knowing that as she lives with these denials, it is only pleasing her taunter and that puts a sour taste in her mouth. so she’ll wish the being away, hoping it’ll go without putting up a fight. she was slowly becoming exhausted from the one-sided war raging on inside of herself.}

      _{she fights against herself, against her feelings. part of her, deep down, wants to give in and move on from her pained past. that part of her believes that she could find happiness again, perhaps in the form of specific two merry men. but the rest of her was fighting it, the cloaked figure’s words still ringing in her ears. if she tried to move on, she would be trying to replace her first love and her son. and she wasn’t try to do that. there was no end insight for this war raging on inside herself and it only sapped her energy quicker. ]}

          _❝Leave.❞