NOAH
Glitters!
Of all the things in the world Ciara could have done, she decided to turn my living room into a fucking doll house.
I was stunned to see the transformatiom of my living room when I first got home, but seeing how nonchalant she was when I asked her why she did that, my anger grew and almost made me do something stupid.
Like say something I would definitely regret.
Or do something to betray how exactly what she did made me feel.
My blood roared as I stormed away from the house, unable to stand the fucking change she suddenly caused without even consulting me.
How the hell was I supposed to walk in there, knowing in my heart that this house was mine, and seeing that absolute disaster of a makeover?
I tried pushing the entire scenario out of my head, but it was impossible. All I could see was the fucking glitter on the walls, the pink curtains, and as I drove, I wanted to bash my head into my steering wheel.