"What's wrong with you?!"
Finally, there was a day when I just snapped. All the rage came out faster than magma and was just as destructive.
I swallowed my ire when it was a spark of fire and forgot to cool down, and so it grew in my stomach until it came out as hot as any flame toward the person I loved the most.
"You know who she is and I can't even see her? She is the only family I have right now!" I lashed out, my voice resonating inside our hotel room.
Heavily panting as we were rushing throughout the way back here, our breaths created a vaporizing steam.
"She may be your family, but what do you want from her? Other than misery, what else can she give to you? I can't understand why you're this angry. She and those people you call family once betrayed you. Do people normally betray their family?" Marvel confronted me, making me swallow my guts hard. "What's wrong with me, you asked… Why don't you ask yourself the same thing?"
