The Reluctant Saintess

I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth.

My mind kept trying to justify his actions, justify how he'd treated me. Really, it was probably my fault for thinking we were closer than he felt we were. I'd realised too late that I'd built up some sort of reliance on him without even knowing.

It was such a bittersweet feeling to have had something I craved so close, only for it to be taken