Whispers of Regret

Josie

"What's going on here?"

Varen's voice was thick and gruff with controlled rage, his eyes burning into Thorne's.

He didn't even spare me a glance.

So yeah, maybe this was my cue to take my fucking leave?

But it still hurt my feelings that he didn't even bother to acknowledge me.

It always seemed like none of them cared about the way I feel… cared to understand me…cared to really see me…

Just…care.

But no, these triplets didn't give a damn about me, and I was the only one running wild and insane and losing my head over each fucking one.

Just as their faces were different, they gave me different headaches.

Made my heart ache differently.

I backed away from the bookshelf, trying to slip away because it seemed like there was about to be a round-two of an altercation between two brothers.

I wasn't here for it. I'd seen enough fake chivalry already.