Vincenzo Moreno

I hate you! I hate you much more than you do to me. I hate you.

She'd said the word thrice. Clearly and with a conviction that tensed her neck. Her teeth had been gritted, showing that truly, she meant what she'd said.

I was a puzzled mess and a furious tiger. Two personalities resulting from the drama that'd occurred some minutes ago. Rina had spoken back at me. She'd talked back without missing a beat. She had matched gazes with me and had said those words. Apart from being thrown off-guard, I had been overtaken by anger.

I seethed from the remnant of that anger. That explained...