Anger And Questions
Anger simmered within me, an unyielding blaze demanding answers. I needed more than his empty charm, more than platitudes dressed as reassurance. “Explain this,” I said finally, my voice trembling under the weight of hurt and betrayal. Jake looked up, his eyes searching for mine but faltering, unable to hold the connection. And in that fleeting moment, I saw it—the cracks splintering through the carefully built fortress of his lies.
Anger And Questions
Grasping At Lies
He began to speak, his words spilling out in a frantic rush. “It’s not what you think,” Jake blurted, scrambling to weave together a fragile blend of truth and deception. But I saw through him now. Each distorted word only stoked the fire of my growing anger. The trust we once shared lay in ruins, and no matter how desperate his pleas, I could only catch fleeting shadows of the man I had once loved.
Grasping At Lies
