She’s just... frustrating

I stormed away from the training grounds, the anger simmering in my chest like a cauldron about to boil over. My pace was quick, each step fueled by the adrenaline still coursing through my veins.

My side ached, a sharp reminder of my injuries, but I ignored it, too furious to care. Ciara's words echoed in my head, each one like a lash against my already frayed nerves.

How dare she speak to me like that? How dare she act like she knew what was best for me? The anger pulsed with every beat of my heart, but beneath it all, there was a gnawing discomfort a guilt I didn't want to acknowledge. I pushed it down, letting the anger take over, letting it drown out everything else.