NOT IN THE MOOD

I strictly declared to her, I was filled with rage. Does she have any idea what was going through my head?

"You want to vent your anger, your frustrations at me, go ahead, that's the best you can do, vent your problems on me, Aztec." She yelled. "Come on, do it, let me be your punching bag, your emotional dump, since that's what I've turned into in your eyes. Go ahead, vent on me." She dared.

This was getting on my nerves and I wasn't liking this at all.

"Come on, vent it." She shouted. "I'm tired of you keeping me in the dark, I kept asking you why you are avoiding me these days, you don't say anything anymore, you don't discuss with me again, you kept our wedding on hold and the priestess says she wants you to be okay, how is that making you fine, it was suspicious and I'm beginning to think that you let it on hold on purpose so you wouldn't get married to me, so, you would leave and I'm tired and tired of you leaving me like this, I'm not some puppet or your toy you