Roisin
The kitchen was quiet, the kind of stillness that made everything feel a little too loud. I flicked on the lights, the brightness chasing away the shadows that had been lurking in the corners of my mind. As I moved toward the refrigerator, I felt a heaviness in my chest. The memory of Visaris' harsh words still lingered, a dull ache that refused to fade. It was not the first time he had cut me down, but for some reason, this time it stung more than usual.
I opened the fridge, the cool air brushing against my face as I pulled out some leftovers. I should have been more careful, more focused, but my mind kept replaying our conversation. The way he had looked at me, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience. I placed the food in the microwave and set the timer, trying to shake o
