"Do you still love him?" he demanded, looking at my face for the slightest hint of hesitancy or doubt.
"Do you still want to be with him?" Mr.Colton's words started to ring in my ears.
A surge of frustration welled up inside me, mingling with the weariness that had become all too familiar. It seemed like I was trapped in the relentless cycle that had ensnared me in Arlo's intricate web.
"No," I declared, my voice filled with conviction and exasperation. "I don't love him.
"I can't bear the thought of being with him," I shouted, my voice filled with frustration.
Mr. Colton's response was chilling. He roared in a voice dripping with contempt, "Then move aside."
Mr. Colton's response sent shivers down my spine. He roared in a voice dripping with contempt, "Get out of my way, now." His words, like icy daggers, pierced through my spine, causing me to shudder in terror. Clearly, he was driven, with an unyielding quest to shield me from harm.
