Aria
I felt like I was swimming through molasses, my limbs heavy, my thoughts muddled as I argued with Lily. Every word seemed to come out of me in a slurring rush, every movement erratic and unnatural.
“You always act like you’re better than me! But you’re just... you’re just jealous!”
Lily scoffed and said something, but her voice was distant, watery, like I was stuck beneath the ocean.
This wasn’t right. I’d only had one drink tonight, and yet… I was this drunk, somehow?
No, something was wrong, seriously wrong, but I couldn’t convey it—I couldn’t even comprehend it myself, even when my logic was banging at the inside of its cell, fighting to get out.
Only one thing was on my mind: her.
I’d had enough of Lily’s cold shoulder, enough with the cruelty. I was…
