Marinate didn't even look back, her tears flowing freely as she ran toward her dorm.
Her heart felt heavy, and her chest ached with every step.
If someone had told her she would feel such pain today, she would never have gone to meet him.
She rushed inside her room, ignoring the curious stares around her, and slammed the door shut.
The sound echoed in the silence.
"Why!?" she cried out, her voice breaking as she grabbed a flower vase and threw it with all her strength.
Crash.
The vase shattered into countless pieces, just like her heart.
She stared at the broken fragments on the floor, her vision blurred by tears, and slowly sank to her knees.
The cold tiles touched her skin, grounding her in the painful truth, he didn't feel the same.
"Why? Did I ask you to look only at me?" Her voice trembled, raw and broken, nothing like the calm, proud girl she once was.
