Dylan frowned, looked at the dishes on the table that hadn't been touched, and said, "Eat some before going for a walk!"
In all this fuss, no one noticed that I was burnt, no one realized that the hot porridge was spilled on me.
Standing there, I felt as if I was redundant and ridiculous.
"I'm leaving!" I said as I turned and walked out of the restaurant. I felt like my heart had been stabbed by a cold blade in winter. I couldn't pull it out, and my heart hurt, a lot.
God wasn't fair. He gave some girls candies, happiness and obligation as gifts, whereas pain and torture to the others.
"Lacey!" A low and angry voice came from behind. I turned around and saw Dylan following behind.
Looking at me, he frowned slightly, his anger masked. "What are you doing?"
What was I doing? Was he bl
