sorrow / s.sallow x reader

chapter sixteen - apologies

Sebastian looked at me, his expression made him seem like a whole new person. ''Like you're any better, you're the real murderer here.''

Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Murderer.

That was the one thing running around my mind, it's all I could think about. Is he right? Am I a murderer?

I slapped my head bringing myself back to reality.

After I left the house, I found myself upon a field not that far from it. How long I've been here, that I do not know.

I just cannot believe what has happened. I cannot even get mad at him for his remarks, I wasn't any better. But still, what he said, well. It just will not leave my mind.

A draft of icy wind touched my skin, my body shivering. I felt as if my whole body was numb, every breathe I took felt like an ice shard to my throat.

How foolish could I have been? I should have at least grabbed a coat before leaving.

Too late for that now.

Sure, I can give it a shot. Here's a quick snippet:

As she I slouched against the tree, I could feel the cold air biting at my skin. The wind was so strong, it felt like I was about to fly away, literally. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to conserve as much warmth as possible.

Despite the cold, I felt numb inside. The argument had been so intense that it left me feeling drained and empty.

Yet at the same time, I was infuriated.

The things I'd do to lay by a fireplace right now, warm blanket covering me and a warm drink to soothe my now sore throat.

And I could do that if I really wanted.

However, I refuse to go back to that house with Sebastian there. I'm mentally and physically exhausted, I have no energy for another quarrel right now.

Now, just need to wait for time to pass quickly.

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Sebastian P O V

Fuck.

I really messed up didn't I.

Sitting at the table, I took my frustrations out by simply whacking my head off the wood.

Yeah..this isn't working.

I looked at her, my expressions darkened. ''Like you're any better, you're the real murderer here.''

What's wrong with me?

Moments of that argument kept flashing throughout my mind.

''Never forget that it was me convinced Ominis to not turn you in, who knows. Maybe I should have let you rot in Azkaban, let the whole world know that you're a murderer.'' Y/N spoke coldly.

I slammed my fists on the table.

''Fuck.''

She's been gone for a while, it's dark out there.