Ophelia
"I hate him," I muttered, the words barely escaping my lips, as it echoed in the space of the hallway.
With a swift movement, I kicked off my heels, feeling the cool hardwood floor beneath my bare feet, the sharp sting on my toes a minor discomfort compared to the turmoil churning within me. My heart raced in my chest, a relentless drumbeat that drowned out everything else, while my hands trembled slightly—a betrayal I despised.
It infuriated me that he could still affect me this way, tugging at my emotions with the tiniest gestures: one piercing look, one nearly stolen kiss, one breath that lingered too close to mine.
Entering the kitchen, I flung open the refrigerator door, the light inside casting a harsh glow on its contents.
"What did the broccoli ever do to the refrigera
