"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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I entered my office, closing the door behind me with a bit more force than necessary. As I stood there, the room suddenly felt confining and stifling. I wanted to lash out, to release the pent-up anger and confusion that swirled within me. I paced back and forth, feeling an uncontrollable urge to vent my frustration.
In that moment, something within me snapped, and I lashed out, sweeping my hand across my desk in a sudden outburst. Papers fluttered and pens clattered to the floor as I unleashed my anger. But to my surprise, the sudden outburst had not brought the relief I sought. Instead, I felt an even stronger surge of rage coursing through my veins.
Frustration and anger continued to consume me, and before I knew it, I found myself slamming my hands against the mirror with a loud bang. The sharp pain and the dripping blood of my knuckles did nothing to calm the storm within me. The anger coursing through me was relentless, refusing to be contained or sedated.
As I stood there, my chest heaving with rage, a flood of memories suddenly flashed through my mind. Images of Taehyung and our interactions played out like a silent film, replaying moments that had occurred between us. Each memory only seemed to fuel the fire of my anger even further.
Despite my attempts to control my emotions, the memories continued to flood my mind, each scene only serving to deepen the anger within me. I clenched my fists even tighter, my nails digging into my skin as the moments of Taehyung's presence, both the good and bad, replayed in my head.
It was as though with each passing second, my anger grew more intense, consuming me completely. I couldn't bear to stay contained any longer. In a sudden burst of frustration, I abruptly burst out of the office, the walls seemingly closing in on me.
As Isabella's abrupt exit left Soo-min bewildered. Isabella's emotions were palpable, and Soo-min's concern propelled her to follow after her. As she hurried down the hallway, she wondered what had triggered Isabella's anger. Her eyes drifted downward, her gaze drawn to the floor where she noticed a few drops of blood. She followed the trail, only to realize that the blood was coming from Isabella's knuckles.
I flung open the door of my car with a force that mirrored my frustration. Without a word, I slid into the driver's seat and started the engine. With a screech, I slammed on the accelerator, the car jerking forward with a surge of speed.
Soo-min sprinted down the hallway, her heart racing. She caught sight of Isabella's car pulling out of the parking lot, tires screeching.
I drove recklessly, weaving through traffic with a single-minded determination. The city flashed past in a blur as I pressed the accelerator even harder, my anger driving me forward. I didn't care about the traffic laws or the speed limit; I just wanted to escape the tangled web of emotions.
The traffic lights became mere suggestions as I roared through intersections without slowing down. Other cars blared their horns in protest, but their voices were lost in the cacophony of my anger. I kept my foot firmly planted on the accelerator, barely even noticing the chaos I was creating on the road.
