"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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Dissembling my feelings, hiding my emotions and making up fake facades has all led me up to this moment.
I fucked up.
I know that I've messed up badly.
I hurt her and she hates me.
Freya's name was just at the tip of my tongue as I watched her leave, walking away from me out of the classroom, but I didn't call her or stop her.
I made Freya cry because of this stupid unaffected wall I created.
With every step she took further away from me, my heart sank deeper and deeper.
The bell rings through the hall, ending the last class of the day. I stand up from my chair and walk out, ignoring the teacher's voice and students moving into the hallway, behind and ahead of me.
I feel like a Zombie.
I managed to attend all the remaining classes of the day I had after Freya left. I don't know how I did it, but I pushed myself too. I know I can't keep skipping classes.
Although, I was physically in the classes but my mind was only on Freya. Every thought circulated around her.
I can't seem to think of anything else but that bruise on her forehead. I knew she tried to hide it by how she reacted when I saw it. It looked bad and painful.
How did she get it? What happened to her?
Did someone hurt her?
God if I find out someone hurt her, I will fucking---
"Hey you." I feel a presence beside me. Without so much of a glance, I see it's Ophelia.
"Hey." I force out.
I feel her eyes roaming around me before hearing her utter, "why do you look so tense?"
Only when she lets out those words that I notice I'm gripping the straps of my backpack way too strongly.
I don't respond to her question. She doesn't say anything either until we walk down the halls and get to my locker.
I unlock my locker and stuff my books in there. Way too forceful if I may add.
"What's wrong?" Ophelia ask softly from besides me. I can hear the concern in her voice.
"What do you mean what's wrong?" I take the books I need, stuff them in my bag before locking up my locker.
We resume our walk outside the school. "You don't look too good." Thanks for noticing Ophelia.
The cool breeze kisses my skin as we step outside. I block out the noise from students chatters and the honks of cars. This place is always audibly chaotic at the beginning of the day and the closing of the school day.
