162. Athena
I wanted to die. To leave everything and just forget.
I wanted to be very far away from everything. Maybe I should run away.
"Athena!"
That voice. That infuriating, persistent, annoying.
I exhaled sharply, my fingers clenching around the windowpane as I glared outside. There he was, standing at the gate again, his presence an unwanted stain on my day. The audacity of that man. Javier had the nerve to show up after I chased him away two days ago.
Sheila, standing beside me, clicked her tongue in irritation.
"I tried talking sense into him, but it’s like reasoning with a damn rock. He won’t take a hint, he won't leave. He's been there calling even though no one would answer."
I tightened my grip on the wooden frame, my nails pressing into the polished surface.
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