The Art of Hating You
The disdain in his voice cut deeper than any physical blow.
With a sudden shove, he pushed past her, his frustration boiling over. He walked away, the sound of his footsteps echoing down the empty hallway. Sara stood frozen, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. She felt the ground slip beneath her feet, as if the very foundation of her reality was crumbling.