Haunted
POV: Aria
I'm trying not to be tense. I really am. But even as I try to relax in my favorite green plush swivel chair, my back refuses to make itself comfortable.
I tap my computer rhythmically, trying to get my focus back in and finally finish my assignment. My life will be a pain in the ass if I don't complete it.
But I can't focus. Not when at this very moment, he's probably thinking of a million different ways to make my life hell reincarnated tomorrow.
Deciding to give myself a break, I close my computer and stare at the ceiling, shutting my eyes when I realize that my past life always seems as if it's following me all the time.
Because he's out there, seeking revenge for what my parents did to his.
For what my parents and I did to his parents.
