Tori's anger whipped around her like a tornado. Bits of glass scratched and sliced my skin. Just as I reached out and grasped the thrashing emotion, it slipped from my fingers. An invisible wall slammed down between Tori and I, cutting off my connection to her emotions. I took a staggering breath and tried to calm my own nerves before opening myself up again. Instead of forcing it, I let each sensation brush by me, letting each one go.  

The whirlwind that was Tori's anger resumed, swirling around strands of my hair and in between my fingers. I let the anger wash over me, delving deeper. Underneath the anger was the distinct, sharp sting that reminded me of hurt. I scolded myself for a minute. Of course, she was hurt, I had left without a word, leaving the phone she had gotten me on the bed. Tori had been my first friend in such a long time, and I repaid her by constantly refusing to trust her. Hidden even deeper was an emotion I hadn't anticipated; understanding. W