Fool?
Elaine calling me a fool?
The word burned like salt rubbed deep into a fresh, open wound, her sharp scorn still hanging thick and heavy in the cool air of the moonlit chamber.
She rose slowly from the sofa without uttering a single word, the heavy door clicking shut behind her with a sense of cold finality—but wait, no, she didn't actually leave the room at all.
Instead, she lingered right there by the threshold for a moment longer, her piercing eyes flicking back to me with that infuriating and familiar mix of condescending pity and outright disdain.
The pale moonlight catching the hard, sharp line of her jawline as she turned her full body around to face me once again with deliberate slowness.
