A Rift

[Chanel’s POV]

I stare at Anthrose in disbelief as I try to process what he was saying to me. Sure, in the past he would scold me for being too rash, too stubborn, or even too impulsive, but never did he call me easy or make me out to be an embarrassment or a whore.

“Is that what you really think of me?” I ask quietly, my heart breaking into a thousand pieces. “That I’m nothing more than an easy woman who continues to make a fool out of herself?”

At my question, Anthrose’s expression shifts from angry to shocked, but even if he were to try to backtrack now, it was already too late. The damage that his words caused was done.

“Nevermind,” I continue, feeling more tears that I was certain were already gone prick at the corners of my eyes. “You don’t have to answer that. You’ve already said enough.”

“Chanel,” Anthrose gasps as I turn and start to move. “Wait.”

As he speaks, he reaches out, attempting to wrap a hand around my wrist, but I pull away, dodging his attempt entirely and then sh