I thought that after the way I treated her yesterday, given her previous attitude, she would surely stay far away from me and not bother me anymore.
Unexpectedly, she managed to find the guesthouse where I was staying and moved into the room next door.
Early in the morning, I heard someone knocking on my door.
When I opened it and saw her standing there, I rolled my eyes and prepared to go back to sleep.
Yesterday's mountain hike had worn me out, and today I had just wanted to rest properly when she disturbed me.
As I turned to close the door and continue sleeping, her hand happened to be on the doorframe, and it got caught badly.
Hearing her scream in pain, I didn't feel an ounce of sympathy. Instead, I felt incredibly irritated.
"What are you doing here so early in the morning? It's your own fault for putting your hand there."
Surprisingly, she didn't take my words as blame but thought I was showing concern for her.