Confused, still unable to believe what my own eyes were witnessing, I watch Luka, sitting in front of that computer in silence. I can't be sure what he's doing there, that's true, but just seeing him in front of the computer hurts, it hurts to know that he's been doing all these "dangerous" things behind my back, while being forbidden to leave the hotel room alone, not allowing me to contact my peers or friends to tell them I'm okay, to give them some comfort after my disappearance.
Then seeing him, remembering all the silly "rules" he just broke, rules he imposed himself, fills me with rage. Luka really went overboard doing this with me.
Without thinking clearly, letting myself be carried away by the anger of everything I was going through, I thought no more and walked with a determined
