Angel's POV
My steps started slowly as I walked along the familiar path, the world around me blurring into a haze of colors and sounds. The evening sun cast long shadows, the warm glow contrasting with the cold storm brewing inside me. With each passing moment, the emotions swirling within me sank deeper, and my pace quickened, driven by a compulsion I couldn't fully understand.
With every thought of his hands on her, my steps quickened even more, turning into a desperate sprint. I felt the pavement beneath my feet pounding like a war drum, matching the chaotic rhythm of my heart. It was as if the very air around me was charged with tension, crackling with the pain of betrayal and loss. I was so eager to expel this feeling from within me, desperate to escape it all. The thought that he had her made my blood boil with anger.
Why... Why did she do this to me?
