They Laughed While I Was Dying
His gaze returned to me, disappointment clear and heavy.
“I’ll make her apologize.”
I lay sprawled on the cold deck, my body barely responding to my own will.
Small stones scraped against my skin, one skidding dangerously close to my eye.
Around us, people moved quickly—around her instead.
“It’s okay, don’t cry.”
“We all know you didn’t mean anything by it.”
“She’s clearly overreacting.”
“Adrian, seriously, how did you even put up with this?”
Someone let out an awkward laugh.
“She really knows how to turn nothing into a spectacle.”