Amy’s P.O.V
Bruhhhh
I woke up at dawn with swollen eyes and a completely crushed ego.
For ten good minutes, I just stared blankly at the white ceiling of my bedroom, listening to the quiet ticking of the wall clock.
Every single detail of last night rushed back into my mind, replaying over and over and making my stomach twist into a painful knot.
I tried to kiss him. He rejected my kiss. Can you believe that?
I could still feel the rough, harsh stubble of Ley’s cheek against my lips. I could still feel the brutal, condescending way he had abruptly turned his face away, rejecting me so quickly like I was some contagious disease he didn't want to catch.
Oh, Amy Emmanuella Sanders, you’ve really suffered.
I'm not going to lie, it pained me. And even more so, the weight of that humili
