This time, it’s her turn.
And I couldn’t bring myself to chase her. Because this isn’t the same.
When we humiliated her in that storage closet, with the entire auditorium watching on, she gave up. We left her fragile. Broken.
Not this time, though. This time there was hurt and betrayal all over her face, but there was something more.
Just a small glint that told me this time is much different than the last.
That Princess isn’t going to just walk away from this. I have no idea what could be going through her mind.
There was fire in her eyes that warned me. She won’t be moving on. She’s going to get even.
We’re fucked.