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The Past Tastes Bittersweet



Maija

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10-23-2014, 08:42 PM





She still couldn't believe that he was actually standing there. His presence could be an illusion, something that some underlying mental illness could be causing. However, since she didn't have any knowledge of such a thing, she knew that she could either be dreaming or....that he was living and breathing in front of her. Disbelief and shock rolled into anger, which mixed with all of the past feelings she had buried deep within her chest. Slowly, they rose to the surface.
She watched him as he lowered his head, grief evident on his blind features. Maija felt her anger vibrating in her chest, forming into growls that rose into her throat and the negative ball of emotions swept through the rest of her body. Cezar silently lowered his defenses and backed into the shadows, only becoming a set of blinking eyes amidst the darkness. He figured what was coming and he didn't want to be in the middle of it.
The anger brimmed at the surface of her words when it was her turn to speak. "How...DARE you show your face again. How...DARE YOU!" Her growls rumbled in her throat as she took a few steps backward, knowing that her anger was rolling off of her in waves. Taking a step or two to the right, she flicked her tail angrily behind her as she watched him continue to remain passive. "One time was enough, but now..." she gave a dry laugh, "...there is a completely different game being played."
Her vibrant green eyes shimmered as she continued to let the beginning of her wrath drag. "Don't you dare speak about my misfortune, stranger." She growled lowly, Romanian voice not caring if emotions were displayed. "You have no FUCKING idea what I have been through, what I have had to deal with when you left again..." She would tell him later, just to put salt on the wound. "You have no RIGHT to be upset, to be sad...it makes me sick." She looked away from him, growls growing ever louder as she stopped walking. Maija was now ninety degrees away from the cobalt man and she reclined to her haunches, body still shivering from the fresh waves of anger. "YOU make me sick..."



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