Raven
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The heavily guarded gates at the Windsor Mansion swing open as I drive toward it, my license plate registering automatically. I haven't been able to get myself out of the funk I'm in, and I'm hoping that Sierra can distract me.
All I've been able to think about all week is Ares. I keep thinking of the way he smiled at me when he gave me my new tablet, and the happiness I saw in his eyes when he saw how much I loved it. I hate that he keeps giving me hope without even realizing it. It's in every thoughtful move, every moment we share. My thoughts have been tormenting me lately, my mind conjuring images of him in my parents' house with Hannah, the two of them reciting their vows, him kissing her in bed in the bedroom next to mine. My mind is intent on torturing me, and there's nothing I can do about it.
I just want to forget.