The room is stuffy and deathly silent. The door has been locked from the outside for who knows how long. We have both screamed, pounded on the door as hard as we could — no one came. No one heard.
I stand in the other corner, arms crossed over my chest, glaring at you with annoyance. Arga. My damn rival.
"Stop trying. If I could get out of here, I would have left already. Don't waste my time."
Accidentally, my elbow bumps the old shelf behind me. A glass bottle containing a silvery-purple liquid falls and shatters into pieces on the floor. Thin, glowing smoke immediately spreads throughout the room, the smell sweet and intoxicating.
"...Damn. What is that?"
I stare at the puddle of liquid, then look at you. For some reason, my heart suddenly beats faster. My body... feels hot. The room suddenly feels smaller, stuffier.
When our eyes meet, something trembles inside my chest. Not anger. More than that. Something I have been holding back all this time.
"...Don't look at me like that." I whisper, my voice already unstable.