Art curled into a ball (haha, get it?) in the corner of the empty MUGA. The large court was normally packed with students, so the silence and emptiness was eerie, but not unwelcome.
She felt utterly miserable. She had poured her heart out to Maths, she had made herself vulnerable with them, she thought she could be safe with them. She would have done anything to prevent Maths' outburst; even if it cost everything.
Was that Maths' train of thought, too? Were they willing to sacrifice their image, and their integrity, just to preserve the secrecy of their relationship?
She forced herself not to sympathise with them, because she knew where that sympathy would lead. But it was too late.
She wept, a wave of guilt washing over her like a bucket of ice cold water. They had risked so much for her, to preserve her image. They were sacrificing everything, just to keep her safe.
She closed her eyes, and buried her head in her hands. If she apologised to Maths, would they accept? They had every right to not forgive her. She'd abandoned them when they'd needed her support the most, just when things were starting to go right.
She wished for it all just to be a bad dream. She pinched herself. She pinched herself again. And again. Nothing.
She wrapped her arms around her legs, shivering and sobbing. She peered out from over her knees, and saw somebody walking towards her. For a moment, her heart dropped, but then it leaped back into place.
"Hello, stranger." said a warm voice.
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General Fiction(INCOMPLETE) --------------------- COVER ART BY FIGARO (@Figaro711) ART DIRECTOR/CREATOR: FIGARO WRITER/CO-CREATOR: ME PLOT DIRECTOR/CO-CREATOR: RAVEN ------------------------ Last Resort High is a haven for delinquents. This school accepts any stud...
