Rina Zante

“What are you doing here?”

He screeched to a halt and formed that look I very much hated. Bewilderment with a tinge of anger tensed his brows. But for a moment. He was able to break free from the spell and speak. His voice, everything I didn’t want to hear again.

“We need to talk.”

I waited to hear him say the stuff that’d make me lose it and deal heartlessly with him. His silence, however, did the trick: throwing me off my beam of patience.

I started out, choosing not to flare up yet till he gave a more valid reason to. And he did just that...