The ticking of the clock on the nightstand filled the room with its monotonous rhythm. I sat on the edge of the bed, immersed in a sea of tumultuous thoughts as the night inexorably progressed.
Eros's words continued to echo in my mind, like a persistent echo that refused to fade away. I felt vulnerable and exposed, as if each of his criticisms had torn a piece of my heart.
With a sigh, I got up from the bed and walked to the window, seeking solace in the gentle murmur of the rain falling outside. The drops hitting the glass enveloped me in a certain comfort. However, even the apparent calm of the night couldn't calm the storm raging inside me.
I went over the conversation with Eros again and again, unraveling every word and gesture in search of some hidden meaning. Why had his derogatory judgment affected me so much? Why did I care about what someone who barely knew me thought?
I had spent the whole day locked in the room, lacking the energy to go out and face Logan.
Should I even confront him about what had happened? Or should I just leave things as they were and try to move on?
With a resigned sigh, I turned away from the window and returned to bed. It was already eleven at night, although I hadn't eaten anything all day, my appetite was nonexistent. I had a knot in my stomach.
I wished I could escape from my head even for a few minutes.
Finally, surrendering to the inevitability of the situation, I closed my eyes and surrendered to sleep, although I knew I wouldn't find rest that night.
Not while the weight of anxiety lingered.
Not while his words haunted me.
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Invisible String
RomanceGenesis, a renowned singer celebrated for captivating stadium audiences with her unmatched voice, exudes joy, charisma, and an undeniable charm. Logan, the guitarist of the band "Strings," possesses a captivating personality. With his intelligence...
