Angel's POV
My steps were slow at first as I followed the familiar path, the world around me dissolving into a blur of colour and sound. The evening sun stretched long shadows across the pavement, its warm glow clashing cruelly with the storm raging inside me. With every passing second, the weight in my chest grew heavier, sinking deeper, until walking felt impossible.
Then I thought of his hands on her.
My pace faltered and then surged.
I broke into a run, the pavement pounding beneath my feet like a war drum, echoing the frantic rhythm of my heart. The air felt charged, thick with betrayal and loss, every breath burning my lungs. I needed to outrun this feeling clawing at my insides. I needed to escape the image of her in his arms.
The thought of him having her made my blood boil.
Why, why would she do this to me?
Out of everyone in the world, she chose him. The taste of betrayal coated my tongue, bitter and suffocating.
