" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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The morning sun casted through the curtains, casting a warm glow on Amaira as she squinted her eyes open. Confusion washed over her as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. In that hazy moment between sleep and wakefulness, the events of the previous day flooded back into her mind, creating a swirl of emotions that lingered in the morning light.
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'Bastard.'
'Asshole.'
'Irritating idiot.'
'How dare he kissed me?'
'How dare he put his filthy lips on mine?'
'What does he think of himself?'
'Just because he is rich and powerful, he thinks that the world will revolve around him and he can do whatever he wants.'
NO, NEVER, NOT WITH ME AT LEAST!
I was filled with regret over my restrained actions - why did I not pull harder make him completely bald? At least I found some satisfaction in the damage I did manage to inflict in my rage. He needed to learn that I refuse to tolerate such harassment without retaliation. There is only so much one can endure before they reach their breaking point, and his behavior towards me had clearly crossed that line.
After he hurried out of my temporary lodgings, I rushed to the bathroom, frantically gargling in futile attempts to rinse the lingering trace of him from my mouth. I grabbed the abandoned tube of toothpaste and desperately scrubbed at my lips and tongue, but the unpleasant sensation would not fade. No amount of spitting, wiping, or rinsing could fully remove the unwanted residue of his unwelcome kiss. I could still feel him there, like a stain I couldn't scrub out, a slimy reminder of his transgressions against me. The yucky feeling persisted, and my outrage along with it.
I let out an exasperated sigh and stared blankly up, as if the beige ceiling held the answers to my swirling questions.
How did my life evolve to such a sad state?
Now, what's next for me?
He remains stubbornly secretive about his motives and refuses to reveal what brought me here.
