Vignette’s POV
I wanted to cry as rage filled my belly. I felt my ears getting hot.
I glare at him then spat out "HOW DARE YOU?"
He sneers at me then laughs only adding fuel to my wrath.
"You think this is funny?" I snap.
He glares at me with hatred in his cruel dull eyes. "You are an extremely stupid girl. Aren't you?"
Our heated quarrel continues. It was definitely a war of words and who can hurt the other one worse. Both of us at each other throats like savage hungry dogs fighting over dominance.
The argument was cold. Every word over pronounced, slicing rather than tumbling through the dry air. The love hadn't gone, it had been distorted into a close mimic of hatred; and just as love endures, so would the wall of bitterness that separated them, growing more thorns every day.
