THE REVENGE
Chapter 13
• Miami, Jasmine's room •
Jasmine's p.o.v.
Have you ever felt the exhaustion from pain, where you find solace on the cold tiles of a bathroom, shedding tears in silence, knowing no one hears or comprehends your agony?
At that moment, that was precisely where I found myself. Lost and overwhelmed. The complexities of my thoughts blurred into an indistinct haze. Everything was so simple 2 years ago. I wanted to go back in time and ask old Alex how to save him.
Could I him? Or would he destroy me? Help.
I needed help. Please, Alex, help me. Please wake up. Don't leave yourself in the hands of hatred. That's what I wanted to tell him. But every time I started talking, his hatred stopped him from hearing me.
I decided to listen to some music. A song by Gracie Abram
