This isn't right!
She kicked the glass table in front of her.
With a crash, the entire table toppled over, glass shards scattering everywhere.
—
Vivian was woken up by the knocking on the door.
She opened her eyes groggily, her vision still a bit blurry.
The morning light piercing through the gap in the curtains was slightly blinding.
She blinked, rubbed her eyes, sat up from the bed, her long hair messily draped over her shoulders.
The heaviness in her body seemed to be blown away, and she suddenly felt much more awake.
She looked down at her still somewhat trembling hands, gently clenched her fist.
The door opened, and the man outside was holding a steaming hot breakfast.
The edge of the paper bag was emitting steam, and the aroma wafted through the door crack.
Tristan was wearing a dark gray coat.
"Feeling better today?"
Tristan stepped into the room, his steps steady, and casually placed the breakfast on the table.
