Angel
I could clearly see the pain in her eyes at breakfast. Sometimes I cared but sometimes I didn't. She hated me, I could deal with that but the moment I saw a tear drop down her eyes I felt it again. That sting of guilt and this time it felt more real.
Why in hell's name did I have to feel this way? As much as I wanted to deny it I cared that I hurt her. This had to be a joke of some sort, I could never care how a b***h felt but this time was different and it was driving me insane.
" I'm done eating, if you don't mind I'll like to retire back to my room." She sounded polite almost like she was hoping I wouldn't get mad. I wanted to order her to sit back but I didn't find the strength to, so I remained silent thinking of ways to feel angry at her and get rid of the slight guilt in my heart……
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