ARIA
I didn’t expect to be hurt by his words. I didn’t expect it to feel like my heart was being punctured by something sharp. He was saying exactly what I’d wanted him to say for a long time now, and he was promising to do what I wanted him to do. So why did it hurt to hear?
Maximo stormed out of the dining room, and I sat down to eat my breakfast. It was almost of no use. My appetite was ruined, and my stomach churned, several emotions swirling in it. Yet, I forced myself to take a bite of my scrambled eggs and bacon. It felt like sandpaper in my mouth, yet I chewed it before flushing it down with my now-cold chocolate drink. I hated forcing myself or being forced to eat, but I didn’t know how long the interview was supposed to last, and I knew I wouldn’t have the time to eat anything
