Lucia
I don’t even know what I am doing here. What can I possibly say to her, when it’s clear that she prefers to talk to Petter than to me? She treats me like an insignificant fool, ignores me, and hurts my ego while disguising herself like an innocent little girl. I despise her for making me feel this way.
An i***t. That is exactly what I am. All women are the same. I figured it out on that fateful day, and foolishly believed that Lucia was different. The only thing that sets her apart is her ability to manipulate me at will, but that ends today. She will have to face me and understand that I am not someone to be toyed with.
After aimlessly driving around the city, I finally arrived home, feeling slightly calmer than before. Everything is dark. Nice birthday I had.
I made my way to
