Aurelian Vale;
I knew it was hatred. Hatred she had for the woman her husband impregnated. Hatred she passes unbridled to that child.
The present returns slowly, and I look back up at her.
The container is still in my hands.
She is watching me. Studying my expression.
"Do you remember?" she whispers.
"You used to love this." She adds with a smirk so small it's almost invincible, but I know this bitch too well to miss such details.
I look up at her, and the anger that follows is merciless.
"I don't eat this," I say quietly, trying my best to refrain from making any irrational moves. I'm sure that's what she wants.
She smiles in that same old way, and disgusted shivers run up my spine.
"Oh, you don't have to be so dramatic. There's no way you outgrew your favourite. You couldn't get enough back then." She replies, and my jaw clenches.
The smell in my house now is the same as the room then.
