AerinRowe

Please don't let my mother come down here. Please don't let her see my tears. I don't want to explain. I don't know how to explain. I'm tired of constantly disappointing, angering, and apologizing to people. I don't even know how much of this crying is just me or my emotions screwing with me. I'm sick of it. I just want to stop feeling horrible. Every time I apologize, I get a, "It's ok." or "It's fine." or "Forget it." I never get an, "I forgive you." I upset someone, and feel like crap about it, and I don't get that actual forgiveness. I feel horrible still and it eats at me because I just want to make people happy. And I can't. W

Kella eyed him and stepped back out of the way from Pau when he flew past her at Palak. She was a little startled, surprised, and a bit upset. Palak knew these two? And what was that 'Tan' added before his name? Who was he really? Snarling in the rough, gratting voice that seemed like it belonged to someone else entierly, Palak was finally able to convince the dragon off of him, and he could once more stand. Letting out a controled sigh, he hid any emotion as he always would and pushed the scaly nose out of his chest once more. "I take it, neither of them caused you harm, Kella?" She shook her head, "Of course not. They have been perfectly

Palak caught her lingering gaze and gave a light chuckle, patting her on the back, "I hope whatever it was did not frighten you too terribly, M'Lady?" All the while as they walked, he resisted the temptation to keep a wary eye on the skies. If it was back, if HE was back, they might have a problem. "You will surely have to tell your father of how you have improved! A very skilled student..." Kella eyed him, a little suspiciously. He knew something she didn't, and it was annoying enough to irritate her. But she nodded at his words, "Yes, I'll tell him... I'll make sure to also tell him that you are an excellent teacher and that the credit goe