The Exiled Alpha | ✓

Snow crunched under my feet as I walked along the mountain path. The hoot of an owl mixed with the faint voices of people partying in the valley below. I envied them. They got to celebrate the exact thing that’s caused me three mental breakdowns and a stomach twisted with dread.
I sighed, slowing my pace. I couldn’t stop it at this point. But I’d sure as hell stall for as long as I could.
Maybe the alternative isn’t so bad. Being invisible and ignored might be better than being tied to a narcissistic asshole.
I came to a high point in the trail and stepped off of it. A moth fluttered up from a patch of tall, dead grass. It danced around in front of my face for a second before disappearing up into the black, starry sky until it’s too small to see anymore. Likely off to hide somewhere else. I was jealous of its freedom. It could hide from its problems. I couldn’t.
