It was 3 a.m., yet I hadn't slept a wink. I lay stiffly on my side, staring at nothing in particular. I couldn't get a lot of things out of my head: my mother's death, the chandelier accident, and now Alexander.
I knew we were never going to achieve anything together because we couldn't set our differences aside. He was a short-tempered jerk, and I was one emotional bitch who just wanted transparency. It wasn't a good combo, and if one of us didn't stop, then we were going nowhere. But the issue was, who was going to stop?
I sighed softly, adjusting myself inside the blanket. Maybe I should go talk to him in a more respectful way… Would he even want to talk? I struck a nerve a few hours ago, and he had looked like he never wanted to speak to me again. That was how much I angered him. It was a miracle that he hadn't hurt me yet. And to think that he saved me from getting crushed by a chandelier, only for me to thank him with an argument, is really outrageous.
