Laughter That Cut Deeper Than Words

What was once a comforting hum of clinking mugs and chatter now felt oppressive, overshadowed by the couple’s icy glares. The couple seemed to sense my unease, their smug glances meeting in silent understanding. Then came the low, deliberate laughter that chilled me to the bone. It wasn’t just chuckles—it was mockery, sharp and intentional.

My hands clenched at my sides as their eyes tracked every flicker of discomfort across my face. It was a game, and they were playing to win. At that moment, one thing was certain—they weren’t anywhere near finished, and I was the unwilling star of their cruel performance.