I didn't think it would've been this hard to ignore Ms. Duval. Her presence, her scent, and her eyes seemed to follow me everywhere I went.
During the hike I'd gotten to the edge of the cliff because I wanted to see if we were really over or she'd try to save me, even if it was for the last time.
The dread that followed when she didn't move on an inch, her eyes glued to me as if she wanted me to feel the weight of her resolve.
It hurt as much as being abandoned. No—I was abandoned.
Like the one time when I was younger and had been playing at the back of the house and my leg got caught in a trap. I'd yelled for my mother who was in the garden nearby, she'd ignored me. She couldn't be bothered about her child who was in pain.
It felt similar to how I felt at the moment. For a brief second I had thought about completely letting go, it wouldn't be so bad, no one would miss me.
