Heated Argument

You continue to sob, unable to form a coherent sentence. Your makeup is ruined, and you look a mess.

Your mother’s insults still ringing in your ears, and you feel humiliated and defeated. You look out the window, avoiding eye contact with Ace.

I sob quietly, my makeup ruined from the tears. “She was insulting me the whole night! I couldn’t just let her keep talking like that!