Chapter 7: Shadows of Resentment
The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the park as I sat on a weathered bench, my sketchbook open in my lap. The air was filled with the soft rustling of leaves and the distant sounds of city life. A heaviness lingered in my chest, a mix of disappointment and frustration, as my pencil traced lines on the blank page, giving shape to my turbulent emotions.
My latest argument with Jason was still fresh on my mind and although I was doing all that I could to push it to the back of my mind, nothing seemed to be working. I could remember his words clearly and my hair on my back stood as I remembered the anger in his words as he had spoken.
“Why don’t I get to follow you to this dinner?” Was the simple question I had asked when he had a
