Alondra’s Point of View
The afternoon had flown by, but when it was finally time to leave, the weight on my shoulders felt even heavier than before.
My thoughts kept circling back to what had happened, to the words Jeremy and I had thrown at each other, and to how our relationship had shattered into a thousand pieces.
I made my way down to the underground parking lot, my footsteps echoing in the stillness.
I just wanted to go home, lose myself in the darkness of my apartment, and escape everything that had happened.
But as I approached my car, I saw him—Jeremy. My legs stiffened, but I didn’t stop.
I quickened my pace, ignoring him, but the words escaped me before I could stop them, as though my body acted faster than my mind.
“i***t,” I muttered, refusing to look at him.
I heard h
