*Daphne*
I woke up tense, lifting myself up from the cold cave floor. I wiped my hands over my face tiredly, trying to figure out why my whole body was tense, especially my jaw.
I sat up, crossing my legs beneath my skirts, and glanced across the cave. Upon seeing Rion rummaging through a small pack he was holding, the memories from the night before came flooding back.
I wished that it had been a nightmare.
I didn’t even realize I was staring at him until he just happened to glance my way. We held gazes for about half a second before he turned away quickly, stalking off to help the others prepare some food.
I felt my chest constrict at the cold exchange. He seemed hard-set on keeping his distance as well, which was completely fine since I was still beyond pissed at him.
I wished that I was simply pissed. I could do without the pricking in the back of my eyes, a tell-tale sign that tears were threatening to break free.
