Chapter 79 - CONFESSING

I wrapped my fingers tightly around the cold handle and pulled it open, tears cascading down my cheeks like a relentless summer rain. My throat felt as though it were on fire; each swallows a painful reminder of my desperation. I knew I couldn't bear to step out into the buffet that had begun downstairs; the thought of everyone witnessing me in this raw state was unbearable. The class was small, a sanctuary where I finally felt free to cry without inhibition after the heartbreak that still echoed in my chest. But there he was, a figure by the window, his gaze drawn toward me, and suddenly, I felt like an intruder in my sanctuary. Had I disturbed him by slamming the door shut?