Darius.
I sat frozen on my favorite couch, twirling the wine glass in between my deft fingers as I watched the dancers perform in front of me, but I made no attempt to bring it to my lips.
Why?
Because there is a high tendency that I would throw up if I took a sip of the drink due to how annoyed I was.
I was so irritated and upset that my stomach felt nauseous, and this is only because I felt like I had been played one more time, by none other than… drumrolls please… Leilani herself.
I mean, who else could play with me like this and easily get away with it?
Who else could make me feel like such a fool without even trying?
My frown deepened as I remembered her words from a couple of days ago when she had promised to meet with me. Promised to reach out first, yet she was nowhere to be found. Yet, it felt as though she had disappeared into thin air one more time, leaving me to grasp onto scraps of her presence.
