Kayla.I rose slowly from my chair, every movement deliberate, my fists tightening with frustration over my failed attempt. The hairpin I had wielded just moments ago still tingled with potential, the imagined impact on his neck burning in my mind. He had been so close, so damn close. Just one precise motion, one perfect angle, and everything would have been over. My pulse raced with the bitter taste of defeat. Instead, I had failed, and now all I could do was stand there, the weight of my own incompetence pressing down on me.I picked up the hairpin from the floor, the metal cold and unforgiving between my fingers. My grip was tight, almost angrily so, as if holding it harder could somehow erase the failure. Without another thought, I stormed out of the room, my steps sharp and echoing through the quiet hallway. The cool air of the corridor did nothing to calm my simmering anger.“What a waste of time,” I muttered under my breath, letting the words hang in the air like a confession
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