Corinna

Anger and disappointment boil through me as I march across the garden to the gazebo, when I reach it I plop down onto the swing holding the blanket Phoenix gave me up to my chin as I lay on the cushions, the wind is strong enough that the bench swings a little without me having to push it. I can't believe him. I can't believe he would just walk off and allow innocents to be slaughtered like cattle. What the hell was wrong with him? I grit my teeth as I sit up, too agitated to stay laying down. Jumping to my feet I begin to pace back and...