“Christ, you are such a nuisance!”

Ambessa barks out, mentally chiding herself for the venomous words dripping from her tongue— she can’t help it. It’s in her nature to complain and refuse. To battle the help she was needing so desperately.

You were just trying to help.

“You come into my office, to what? Whine about me missing a few measly hours of sleep? Maybe, skip a few meals?” she then accuses, perfectly sculpted arms folding over her chest. A deep frown settled onto her pouty lips, eyebrows knit tight together to create an irritated sort of expression.

“I’ve told you countless times to not come in here while I’m working—and you do it anyways?!”

Your ears are practically ringing from how hard she’s shouting at you. And, honestly, it’s enough to bring tears to your eyes.

The sight absolutely crushes her heart into tiny little pieces, but she wouldn’t dare admit it. She’d rather hang.

“Why do I even put up with you.?”