Blatant Rejection

Third-person POV

Electra felt her mind short-circuiting as Seraphina's words echoed in her head.

Someone I like.

The phrase kept playing over and over in her head, pushing aside all coherent thoughts and leaving her frozen and unsure of how to respond.

Was Seraphina just saying things because of the drugs? Or was this some deeper confession that had slipped out under the influence? The idea that it might be the latter made her chest tighten in a way she didn't quite understand—or maybe didn't want to understand.

She leaned against the desk even more for support, her legs suddenly feeling like they couldn't hold her up properly. Seraphina, standing only inches away, tilted her head slightly, a mix of curiosity and frustration etched across her face.

"Electra?" Seraphina's voice broke the silence, her tone a mixture of impatience and vulnerability. "Are you okay? Why aren't you saying anything?"