Author's Note: I know, I know, it's short, but it's better than nothing, right? Next chapter will be much longer, I promise!
Shayera picked me up in about 10 minutes—not that I cared. I was starting to feel a huge cold space cover my heart. My tears had stopped, thank Hera. I didn't want to seem like some pathetic, weak woman. I was an Amazon and I would act like one.
"Do you want to tell me what happened, Diana?" Shayera's voice was soothing and she gently helped me sit down in one of the empty conference rooms in the Watchtower.
"I told him how I felt," I said steadily. "And he said he didn't love me." I felt a sharp pain jab me as I repeated his words. I could see the whole scene again, replaying forever in my mind. Shayera patted my back and I saw her face contort in anger.
"I can't believe him!" She yelled. "I've seen the way he looks at you; he's in denial, Diana!" I sighed, my energy all gone.
"No, Shayera, I think I was wrong." My body felt strangely cold and empty. I shivered and Shayera grabbed me a blanket.
"Diana, I don't know who he thinks he is, but he'll pay for this!" She pounded her fists on the table, snapping it in half. She didn't seem to notice though since she kept going on her rampage. I stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"No." I said simply.
"No?" She asked, shock crossing her face.
"I—I just can't deal with it, right now, ok?" I felt pain starting to overcome me. "I'm going to go to bed."
"Sure, Diana, you do that." Shayera smiled. "I'll cover you here."
"Thanks, Shayera." It took all of my energy to smile. She must've noticed because she helped me towards my room.
"Don't worry," She was grinning. "Everything's always better in the morning." She left and shut the door behind her.
The thing is, not everything is better in the morning.
I doubted that anything would feel right for a long time.
I pulled my sheets over my head and prayed for sleep to come.
Author's Note: Time for reviews . . .