Chrisnah's Point of View
I flung my hair onto the sofa as I entered my room, my feet dragging as if they were weighted by lead. Collapsing onto my bed, I stared at the ceiling, feeling the familiar ache of frustration simmering beneath the surface.
I’m irritated. Really, really irritated.
I’ll say it again until it’s etched into the walls of my mind. But why? Watching Michael and Dianne chat animatedly earlier, I felt something twist inside me—a sharp, unwelcome sensation. My blood simmered with a mix of confusion and anger, my thoughts racing.
How did those two get so close? Dianne's laughter rang through my ears like a haunting melody—so infectious, so full of life. She threw her head back, exposing her gums in that wide, gleaming smile, and it made my heart clench. And there was Michael, that gay dinosaur, grinning like a fool beside her. Why did he have to smile so much?