C28 ADIRA

One of the things I hated with a passion in this miserable world was waking up angry—and no one but Andronikos is to blame for it.

How dare he walk into my room, all bloody and shit, and tell me that he misses me after ghosting me for God knows how long? And I’m supposed to what? Fall on my knees and thank him for thinking about me?

You know what? Fuck that bastard