Chapter 12

" I want you to leave my room. You've caused more harm than good. You do that every time and I'm sick of it. I don't know why I keep falling for your pathetic aeroplanes story", Angela mentioned tired, frustrated, angry. An array of feelings once again. It's been a while since she let loose like that. Leo stood looking at poor Angela. His thoughts and actions were in a strong battle. The power of love and serenity and trust and pity came up every second he came up something worse. "Why do I always find myself in this situation with her? She does this every time. I refuse to let it happen again" Leo thought to himself. His claws icking, claws coming out of his hands, the moisture of the saliva on his fangs pushed him to pat, console and stop her from crying. But every time the image if him mum dying that snowy night, carried and covered in blood and bag, he takes two steps back. With the desire and speed it causes. He stepped out in the same window he used to enter her room "See yo