Patience had never been a resort when it came to things a human wanted in the frisk of the moment. Ninety-nine percent of cases often ended in impulsive actions, fueled by the urgent need for immediate satisfaction. Desires were rarely quelled by logic or reason; they burned bright and fierce, demanding attention and fulfilment without delay.
But that one per cent... was the glitch.
I ruled that part.
At least that's what I believed.
The fact that I had perfectly mastered the art of patience set me apart from the impulsive masses. While others succumbed to their desires, allowing them to dictate their actions, I thrived in the one per cent.
Yet, even the most controlled mind can be tested.
My f*****g belief in my patience was defied the moment I saw her with that fucker.
Ah, the iro
