“You’re so damn selfish,” Gabriel growled. “Seriously. Everything’s always about you, huh? You think the world owes you something just because you were here first?”
I stared at the bowl. My hands trembled slightly. But not from fear.
Just fatigue.
“She didn’t ask to get hurt,” Nathan added. “You’ve been nothing but cold since she got back. She’s trying, and you just… sulk. You’re jealous. Admit it.”
Jealous.
That word again.
The word they always used to shut me down.
I put my spoon down slowly.
“I’m not jealous,” I whispered. “I’m just… done.”
But they didn’t hear it. Or maybe they did and just didn’t care.
Suddenly, Gabriel slammed his palm on the table, making the spoon rattle. I flinched.
“You know what?” he snapped. “You really are nothing compared to her.”
Then, without warning, he grabbed my bowl and threw it against the wall.
The ceramic shattered. The soup dripped down like blood.
I stared at the mess.
Nathan didn’t stop him.
Neither of them did.
“Useless,” Gabriel muttered, shaking his head. “You’re just… useless.”
The words echoed in the air, thick and heavy.
They left the room again, their footsteps fading down the hallway.