ELARA~
Today, I woke up hopeful.
No matter how hard I tried to suppress it, Isla was the only thing occupying my mind. Even though I hadn't fully forgiven her yet—and I was completely justified in holding onto that grudge, considering how deeply she had hurt me— I couldn't stop my heart from racing at the thought of her.
After getting dressed, I stood in front of the mirror, assessing myself. I looked good.
I headed downstairs into the kitchen to brew a cup of tea. Today's tea pack read:
Anger doesn't suit you.
— I
"Fuck you," I muttered aloud, a small chuckle escaping my lips. It was infuriating how even a tiny, simple gesture from her was enough to completely rile me up and make my heart do a stupid flip.
