RINA

I spent the next few hours in my room, huffing angrily like a caged animal as I sat on the edge of my bed.

My hands were clenched so tight into fists that my knuckles were stark white, and I could feel my pulse throbbing in my palms. I let out a long, shaky exhale, trying to blow out some of the heat rising in my chest, and ran a frustrated hand through my long, tangled hair.

"God, he’s such an asshole," I muttered grittingly to the empty room, my voice cracking with a mix of fury and genuine hurt.

Desperate to share the rage with something, I kicked...