I don't know if you gonna like it or not but give it a try. And English isn't my first language .
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Blindly, I fled down the unfamiliar hallway, each step a painful reminder of the night that had just transpired.
My vision was blurred by angry tears, and my breath hitched in ragged sobs. The opulent surroundings of Walton Mansion were now just a gilded cage, trapping me in a reality I didn't want to accept.
Suddenly, my shoulder collided with a solid form coming from the opposite direction. The unexpected impact jolted me, adding another layer of frustration to my already frayed nerves. Whipping around, ready to unleash a torrent of angry words on whoever had dared to cross my path, I froze.
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Standing before me was a woman of breathtaking beauty. Her dark, curly long hair cascaded around her shoulder, like a silken waterfall, framing a face with high cheekbones and intelligent, sparkling emerald eyes. A warm, inviting smile played on her full lips. For a fleeting moment, my anger dissipated, replaced by a stunned admiration.
"Sweetie, why so mad so early in the morning?" her voice was a melodic murmur, laced with a playful curiosity. Before I could stammer a reply, her gaze drifted downwards, taking in my dishevelled state – my rumpled clothes, my tear-streaked face. Then, her eyes landed on my neck, lingering for a moment before a knowing smirk spread across her lips.
"Well," she said teasingly, a mischievous glint in her emerald eyes, "I would be pretty mad too if my boyfriend did that. Now you have to return to your home all marked up."
A blush crept up my neck as her words registered. I hadn't even considered my appearance in my frantic escape. The evidence of the night, the undeniable marks of a newly formed bond, were undoubtedly visible. Shame and embarrassment washed over me, compounding my earlier hurt.
Before I could formulate a coherent response, she chuckled softly. "Don't worry, sweetie. It happens. But maybe next time, wait until morning cuddles before storming off?" She winked, and despite my turmoil, a small, involuntary smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
"I… it's not like that," I mumbled, suddenly feeling foolish for my dramatic exit. "It's… complicated."
"Oh, honey, when is it ever simple?" she replied with a knowing sigh. "Tell you what. I was just heading for some coffee. How about you join me? You look like you could use a strong one, and maybe a friendly ear?"
Despite my initial urge to retreat and lick my wounds in solitude, there was something undeniably comforting about her presence. Her easygoing demeanor and non-judgmental gaze offered a small beacon of solace in my chaotic emotional landscape. "Okay," I agreed, the word barely a whisper.
