That night in her bed, Dennise was just staring at her pink-colored ceiling and couldn't sleep because she was thinking too much about what happened to her, what happened to the dreams that got shattered right in front of her when she almost got it. Yeah, she almost reached it with her two hands. She almost got it. If not only for one person who blackmailed her.
Dennise just couldn't think of anyone who would do it to her. She was still consistent in her belief that it was Yden. She somehow fixed it. She told her friends, yes. However, she wasn't content with how they reacted. She still got that feeling that they weren't really empathizing with her.
They acted as they sympathized, but none of them truly felt what she felt. None of them truly knew how much it hurt her.
