Ryland
The second she walked away, something inside me f*****g snapped.
Like a rubber band stretched too damn tight, finally breaking apart and slapping me straight in the f*****g chest. I hated her. I f*****g hated Krystal for that. For the way she turned her back on me like I didn’t f*****g matter, like what happened between us was just some f*****g moment she could shove under the rug and walk away from. Like it was nothing.
But it wasn’t nothing.
And she f*****g knew it.
I sat there, fingers clenched tight around the steering wheel, jaw locked so f*****g hard it felt like my teeth would snap. My whole body was a live wire, burning with frustration, anger, and something deeper I didn’t want to f*****g name. The urge to throw open the car door, grab her, and drag her right the f**k
