Selena’s POVWhen the guards came to call me by that time, I knew nothing good could ever come out of it.At furst I felt anxious at why I should be meeting him at that timeNow? What I feel is more like a pang in my chest.I didn’t cry when I left his study.I didn’t cry when the door slammed hard enough to lopsen tye nails that held the portraits to the wall.I didn’t cry when the guard stationed outside looked at me like he wanted to say somethingWho knew what he wanted to say to me, Maybe he was hoping to ask,Are you alright? maybe, or He’s not worth it—but thought better of it and looked away.No.I held it together.Because if I let myself cry now, I wouldn’t stop.Not for him. Not for this place. And definitely not for a man who only knew how to set fires, then complain about the smoke.The hallway felt colder than usual as I walked. My bare feet made the walk very quiet because there was barely any feet sound , but inside me, everything was loud.Rage. Shame. Hurt.And hear
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