Kianna's PoV:
I barely made it to the girls' bathroom before the dam broke again.
The door slammed behind me, echoing off the tiles like a gunshot. I stumbled into the furthest stall, locked it, and slid down the wall until I was sitting on the cold floor, knees to my chest, arms wrapped tight around them as if I could physically hold myself together.
The sobs came in waves, ugly and unstoppable, ripping out of me until my throat burned and my ribs ached.
Why is it so hard to just be normal?
Why does every time I think I'm safe, the ground opens up and swallows me whole?
Mordred's face in the cafeteria flashed behind my eyes: rage turning to shock when I accused him of stalking me. The way his fist had frozen mid-air. The hurt that flickered across his features before he shut it down.
Even though I'm trying my best to deny it, the thought of losing him still haunts me to this day.
