Leona's POV
I didn't even feel my feet moving after I ran from the library. I just knew I had to get away from Marco, from his words, from that paper that fell between us like a curse.
My chest hurt, like someone had split it open. By the time I reached my room and slammed the door, I was already shaking.
I slid down the wood until I hit the floor. My head pressed against my knees, and I just stared across the room at nothing, at the stupid wallpaper that peeled at the corners.
Everything was too quiet. No footsteps after me. No voice calling my name. He just... let me go.
I should have felt relief, but all I felt was this numb weight pressing down. I kept thinking about his face, how broken he looked when he said those words. I'd burn every truth to touch you again. It made me sick
