My eyes instinctively darted towards Roman, shock coursing through me as I processed the gravity of his actions. My lips parted in disbelief — how would he have done something like this without my consent?
My mind raced as I considered whether he had misjudged the situation, perhaps thinking that this drastic move would somehow mend what had been fraying between us. It had better be that he had a valid reason because, after this, there would undoubtedly need to be an extensive conversation to clear the air. I suddenly recalled that earlier, he had seemed eager to share something with me, but in a moment of distraction, I had chosen to join my friends instead. I could only assume now that whatever he had to say was linked to this terrible situation unfolding before me.
