Chapter 50 Free Woman [Titania]

• Hot, burning tears roll down my cheeks as I stare at Kristoff's strong, muscled back as he steps into the elevator. I bunch my hands to fists, release, then bring them up and wipe the tears off.
• What's the use of crying when he's given me what I wanted? What I bugged him for tonight? Now I'm free, why do I suddenly feel as if I made a grevious mistake? Why do I feel empty? Why do I feel...sad?”
• Oh, shit. “You ready to leave, Miss?” Pete breaks the foreboding silence, reminding me of his presence. I nod with a sniffle.