Sadistic
she replied, indignant.
“You’re not even capable of defending yourself, of taking responsibility. You live with the dream that someone will come and rescue you,” he spat, as if it was the most absurd thing ever to leave his lips.
“That’s my problem. If you’re fine being alone and resentful, I have no reason to say anything to you, so stay out of my business.” Libia crossed her arms and pursed her lips. Who did he think he was to decide what was right or wrong?