"I could easily forgive his pride if he had not mortified mine."
-Jane Austen. (Pride & Prejudice)
Violet
I woke up with a raging headache and doors slamming shut in the house. When I managed to sit up, I found I was nakèd under the blanket and there was a note with pills waiting for me to down with the glass of water. I picked up the note and read his words, “We need to talk.”
He had tried to talk to me last night too, but then I hadn’t wanted to listen to him, so instead I had shut him up by kissing him the moment we had entered my bedroom and we had ended up in the bed. It had also been because I was feeling hurt and I didn’t want to speak to him.
I wrapped the blanket around myself and slipped out of the bed. As I walked to the bathroom, my eyes fell on his black shirt that I had
