Echoes of Desire: Dance of Deception

ng beside Nathan's truck, "Dumb-ass, what did you

off," I gr

voice shrugged. "Oh, you poor

peeding through the streets, not knowing, nor caring where I was going. I was runn

n my head. What the hell had I been thinking? Last night, I'd found myself at a small bar just out of town. I wasn't

erly made my way to the bathroom. Minutes later, I ste

he same color as the tiny flowers on the skirt. Staring at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of my bedroom door, I

ooked. I grabbed my foundation

gracing my lips. Though my eyes revealed my inner tu

loss across my lips, I declared myself done. Afterward, glancing at my wa

Thurston's bowl, I grabbed my

he now-familiar sadness tugged and pulled at my heart. Letting out a breath,

my being: That, every hope, dream, wish, and desire hadn't been squashed? Yet, no matter the grounds behind my decisions, I couldn't stop my heart fr

s, pulling my shattered being around me. Finally, when I had done all I could to str

ser I drew to the bullpen, the more my anxiety grew. My nerves were frayed to the point of madness, and I felt I might climb out of my skin. Stilling withi

When I felt I'd gained enough control, I wouldn't pass out on the floor, I pushed off the wall and mov

break room, I peeked inside, my stomach jumpi

I needed that d

feet. At some point this morning, I would have to face

head high, I blew through the doorway, my

; instead, I stood my ground. Jutting my jaw and r

ross the room in my direction, but shaking m

ould see the pain reflected in his amber orbs as he gazed at me before he closed the emotion off com

who he was taking care of; instead, I shrugged. "Thanks for the ap