A R I A
“I do wanna know what you’re thinking…” I answer, letting him know that I value his opinion, even when it might be hard for me to hear.
Oliver sighs, rubbing his temples as if he’s preparing for another one of his “I’ve told you this a million times” talks. And, well, I guess I already saw that coming…
“Aria, I can’t keep sitting here and listening to you complain about him without you actually doing something.” He turns in his chair, eyes narrowing at me, and for once, it’s like he’s not holding back.
I huff, crossing my arms. “I am doing something. I’m venting to you.”
“No, you’re letting him get away with the same thing over and over again. Soren treats you like s**t, and it’s always the same story.” He leans back, arms crossed, looking genuinely pissed off with me.
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