The Star-Crossed Promise
She tilts her chin upward, sharp, defiant — the only answer she’ll give him while her mind keeps tearing him apart.
Oh, unbelievable. You’re really going to stand there, not even glance at me? Coward. You can look at the wall, at the floor, at your shoes — anywhere but me, huh? Pathetic.
God, I hate you right now. Every second you don’t look at me, my patience burns thinner. Do you hear me screaming in my head? I hope you do. I hope every ounce of my anger hits you like a weight you can’t shake off.
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