Right my Wrongs

Chapter 34- I burnt all the bridges

                                                                Ivy

I groggily glance at the clock and realise I woke up too early—it's only 6 in the morning. I rub my tired eyes and peer out the window, greeted by a scene of a rainy morning. The rain has adorned the maple trees, making their branches appear glossy and vibrant.

The aftermath of last night's events has left me in a state of restlessness, trapped in a cycle of tossing and turning within my bed. My mind refuses to calm down. The chaos I caused weighs heavily on my conscience, and sleep eludes me.

Seeking solace, I step into the steamy embrace of a hot shower, hoping it will ease my troubled thoughts and soothe my senses. As the warm water cascades over my body, tears blend with the shower's flow. I find myself grappling with conflicting emotions. Even as I reflect on the consequences of my actions, my thoughts are consumed by Spencer. It's as if my mind is solely preoccupied with him, disregarding the hurt and betrayal I may have caused Jason. I can't help but wonder how deeply wounded and betrayed he must have felt. I try to put myself in Jason's shoes, imagining the hurt he must have felt discovering my infidelity.

Dressed in my black sweatshirt and jeans, I wrap myself in a long overcoat to shield myself from the wind.

I keep checking my phone, hoping for a message or call from Spencer, but there's nothing. I called him like 50 times yesterday.

After wandering around the campus for a while, I stumbled upon a small café. I decide to step inside and have a cup of coffee. I approach the counter, where a tall guy with blue hair is arranging the cups. I order an espresso and a croissant, hoping the warmth and aroma will soothe my troubled mind.

As I finish my meal, I glance at the time and realise it's already 8:15, time for class. I gather my belongings and hasten towards the classroom. Thankfully, I manage to make it just in time, finding a seat at the back of the room. My eyes instinctively search for Spencer, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. There he is, sitting on the second row, his posture slouched. The professor enters the room, signalling the start of the class. At that moment, Spencer's head turns, and our eyes meet. Time seems to stand still as a rush of emotions floods over me. In that instant, the rest of the room fades away, and all I can see is him. It is as if nothing had happened. It feels as though time has rewound, erasing all the pain and turmoil that had consumed us. The weight on my heart momentarily lifts, and a glimmer of hope sparks within me.

"Okay so class, where were we?" The professor says to the class and I am pushed back to reality. As the professor begins the lecture, I try to focus on the material, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Spencer. I can't help but steal glances in his direction.