I remained on the bench long after Celeste left.
The wind rustled through the trees, brushing past my skin like ghostly fingers.
I sat still, elbows resting on my knees, gaze drifting off into the empty horizon beyond the garden walls.
'I'm mentally strained… far more than I care to admit.'
Just being around people felt like walking through molasses.
Every word, every glance, every interaction—it all chipped away at something inside me.
Even when I wasn't doing anything, their presence alone pulled the strength from my bones.
And then there was the matter of the elements. Lightning. Nothing.
Just thinking about them made my head throb.
One moment, I was in control. The next, I start forgetting my memories.
'I kind of want to forget them…'
I raised a hand to my face, fingers spreading as I let out a slow breath between them.
'I hate humans… so much.'
The words weren't dramatic. They weren't even angry. Just tired. Disgusted.
