Maria.
I lay quietly on the bed, completely still, my eyes fixed on the plain white ceiling above me as if it held the answers to every problem I had. My fingers tapped lightly against the mattress in a slow, absent rhythm, the only sound breaking the silence of the room.
The stillness didn't last for long.
The door to my room suddenly barged open with no warning, hitting the wall slightly as the ever-annoying and persistently confident Vincent stepped inside as though he owned the place.
He didn't even bother to announce himself.
Instead, he walked in casually and leaned against the wall with so much ease, folding his arms across his chest like he had all the time in the world.
I immediately averted my gaze away from him, choosing to keep my attention locked firmly on the ceiling as though he wasn't even worth acknowledging.
"What now, aren't you at least going to say hi?" Vincent asked from where he stood, his tone carrying that usual irritating calmness.
