Ethan
The reflection in my office glass doesn't let me lie to myself; I have a faint mark on my cheekbone. Nothing serious… But it's there, visible. My knuckles… worse… Red, slightly swollen.
I run my thumb over one of them and clench my jaw; it burns… Fine, let it burn… I deserve it, or rather… He deserved it.
I slump into my chair, turning it slightly as I try to focus on the screen in front of me. Emails, contracts, numbers. Everything is the same, everything should feel normal. But it isn't, because my mind keeps returning to the same place. The blow, his face, the sharp sound of the impact…
I close my eyes for a second, and there it is again. Clara, her back, the mark.
My breathing becomes heavier; no, there's no regret… Not a single one. If it happened again… I would do it
