A sharp pain stabbed at my heart, making it hard to breathe. I turned and walked into the kitchen, trying to block out their happy voices. I felt like a stranger in my own home.
I used to argue with them hysterically as if it could restore my dignity. Still, I didn't realize that my outbursts only fueled their arrogance.
Anne was always patient and different from my childish nature, but I've had enough. These people, this relationship—it's not worth the energy.
I was exhausted by the time I brought out the food. Anne offered to help but flinched away as I handed her the soup. The chicken soup spilled all over the floor and the bowl shattered into countless pieces.
"Watch out!" Julian quickly shielded Anne, but a large patch of my bare calf turned red from the scalding liquid.
"Scarlett, I know you don't like me, but you didn’t have to drop the bowl on purpose!" Even though not a single drop of soup splashed on her, Anne threw herself into Julian's arms and acted like she had been wronged.
"That's right. What are you doing, Scarlett?"
"You've been targeting Anne for so long. We're all just friends—why are you acting like this?"
"She let go of the bowl first."