Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle felt as though her heart had crumbled, a void that could never be filled. She looked up, her gaze piercing straight into his eyes.

"I will never forgive you for Mark's passing. Not in this lifetime."

Max's pupils shrank, his heart stopped for a brief moment, and his grip weakened as if he had lost all his strength.

He choked back a silent sob. It was his own disgrace.

Brielle shook off his hand and stormed out with determined strides.

He had lost the courage to chase after her.

Death is irreversible. His selfishness had condemned Brielle to a life of pain.

Max's eyes reddened in an instant, and his lips pressed tightly together like the edge of a knife.

Back in her car, Brielle realized just how violently her hands were trembling. She wanted to slam the gas pedal, but her body felt as limp as overcooked spaghetti.

The more she struggled, the deeper she sank into the mire until she finally slumped over the steering wheel, her shoulders quaking silently.

her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, she mustered what little rationale she

down only

used him to fill all her voids and desires, and now, she chose to

zombie,

taken up residence in her head. After splashing water on her face, she opened the door

with Brielle. With her next scene not until three days later, she could afford to

soon as the door swung open,

in," Brielle's voice was hoarse and

inside, placed the barbecue bites on the coffee table, and popped the caps off the

drink and just leaned

"Hey, what do you think of

"She's alright."

and glitz. How do you think I'd fare

a wry smile, "You'd knock

took a satisfied

the icing on the cake. They do not come through when you really need them." Brielle slowly sat up straighter, taking the cold beer can Aubree handed

hugged her knees, rocking her beer bottle

one who