Chalice.
I was still lost in thoughts, thinking about what he'd just said to me when he walked away to go sit on a chair, leaving me where I was still kneeling with tears streaming down my face.
And that hurt.
That hurt because it felt as though he didn't care one bit about me anymore. Because it felt like he wasn't bothered if I was kneeling or not.
His eyes roved my face slowly, carefully, as if looking for a reaction or something; And after a moment of tense silence, he finally said; "I want to believe you, Chalice. I want to believe that you had acted out in self defense, but from the footage, it shows that she was trying to walk away from you and you kept following her. You even put your hands on her first—"
Oh, right!
I fought the urge to roll my eyes at him as something akin to contempt began to simmer at the base of my stomach; But pushing it down, I lowered my head in feigned hurt and cried out exasperatedly;
