#stevandra

She didn't exactly know when it hit her. The fog in her mind was clouding over everything. The past few days were a bit of a blur as she tried to piece the puzzle together. Maybe it was when she talked to Steven and she was feeling some type of way. Or maybe it was when Jasper came into her room and verbally abused the hell out of her. Or maybe. Just maybe it was when she saw Steven sitting on the beach watching the sunset that she was herself.. Not completely. But enough to know something bad had happened to her.

A curse. A spell. Whatever it was. She hated it. And she hated him. Joffrey. She couldn't even think of him. His name made her cringe, his face, his voice. She was angry and hurt, she felt betrayed entirely. But now that she thought about it, she was angry at all her 'friends'. The people she trusted, they did nothing. They just sat there and watched her make a fool out of herself. Watched her act like a 14 year old human girl in love. The thought alone made her sick. The thought alone made her question everyone and everything. Was that the plan? Were they trying to get rid of her?

Walking up to Steven she was harboring all the anger she thought she was going to explode. She was ready to kill someone at that point-it only made things worse when she remembered she was still human. He was dead, he was dead the moment she turned back. 

She just laid there staring at her ceiling listening to his voice, listening to his voicemail over and over again. While he was right, she wouldn't mention it ever, wouldn't bring it up, wouldn't tease him about it. And he wouldn't remember it. But that didn't mean she wouldn't be thinking about it. She fucked up big time, she knew that. But she was scared, she was scared of him, scared of how he made her feel and so-she cheated. And for the first time in a long time she felt horrible about it. She felt like she was slowly dying each day without him. She didn't want to go back to the way things were. She didn't want to be 'just friends' with him. "I’ma be honest witchu babe, I really hope we don’t last. I hope I get over you soon and after we’re done in this place, I hope we never see each other again because it fuckin’ hurts like a bitch being with you" She shut her eyes tightly hearing the words ring in her ears for the 50th time that hour. She hugged herself, trying to hold herself together because she couldn't handle everything she was feeling.