Phoenix paced restlessly, the echoes of the recent confrontation still reverberating in her mind. The anger that had simmered during the clash now boiled within her, manifesting in a storm of self-dialogue.
"What does he think of himself, huh?" Phoenix muttered under her breath, her voice laced with frustration. She aggressively picked up scattered belongings, cleaning the mess left in the aftermath of the chaotic encounter.
"He can't just claim me like some possession," she yelled, tossing a pillow onto the bed. "I won't be confined by his insecurities."
As she moved about the room, her actions were punctuated by forceful exclamations. "I'm not his to control! Who does he think he is, deciding who I can be with?" The intensity of her own voice reflected the internal turmoil she felt.
