As I walked down the hallway, I couldn't help but curse myself for overreacting. I had finally managed to get close to her, but my temper had caused me to ruin it.
I decided to give myself some time to cool off and think things through. After a couple of minutes of scolding myself, I finally managed to regain my composure.
My emotions had gotten the best of me this time, and I knew I needed to apologize and make amends for my words. It's not right for me to talk to her like that.
Taking a deep breath, I headed back to find her, hoping to salvage what remained of our conversation and possibly rebuild the connection I had so recklessly damaged.
Unfortunately, I couldn't locate her anywhere. I even went to her classroom, and they informed me that she had left early because she wasn't feeling well. Normally, teachers might doubt such reasons, but she was a model student, so nobody questioned it .
