164. Athena
Ah! If shameless was a person, Javier would have fit that slot very well. He was the epitome, the very definition of shameless.
“How could you? How shameless of you to show up in front of me after everything you have done to me and demand that I help you? Do you take me for a fool? Who do you think you are?"
My voice cracked under the weight of my anger, but I didn’t care. My vision blurred with tears, but I didn’t stop. I wanted him to see the raw emotions as they poured out of me.
Javier just stood there, silent, unmoving, as if he had every right to be here. As if he hadn’t shattered me. As if he hadn’t ripped me apart and left me bleeding in the wreckage of what used to be my life.
If someone who didn't know the whole story came and saw Javier looking all worn out as i
