Luna
"I am engaged," I hiss while rubbing my skin under the shower. My nails dig deeper, almost scratch out my veins to bleed. The rage in me is burning my heart intensely. That engagement photo and rumors are spreading like wildfire.
"f*****g hell!" I curse loudly. I can't help, slam my fist on the wall so harshly that the cracking sound of my knuckles overpowers the sound of running water in the tap. My lips curve up, and a maniac grows on my face, seeing my blood rolling down from the white tiles. Bliss. That's what I am feeling instead of pain at this moment.
Coming out of the shower, I wear a long lace white dress. Putting on my red heels, I stand up from the stool.
Taking off every ornament I have, I place them on the dressing table and stalk out of that room with my purse and
