A strange-- hollow laughter erupts from my chest, what in the name of the goddess is he saying?
He does not look shaken a bit, he still stands there staring at me like I am some kind of strange creature.
"Hello? Is this some kind of joke?" I blink my eyes.
His face hardens, "Of all the things in the world, I would joke with something as serious as this? Excuse me?"
I hiss, gritting my teeth, "Do I look like some kind of joke to you?!"
"You are making me feel like a joke, Aria," he clenches his jaw, so hard I fear they might fall apart.
"You are definitely not serious," I laugh again, trying to chase the burning rage out of my chest.
"Will you accept it? Please do."
I snarl at him, "No I will not!" I aggressively get down from the bed, and try to walk past him, but his warm hands grip my arm.
I feel fuzzy as I feel his hand on my arm-- Damn it Aria, you are supposed to be angry, not drooling!
I suck my lips in hard, real hard, "What do you want from me?"
