Eloise’s POV:
As soon as I stepped into my room, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, my breath ragged, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon even though I made sure to not make
Tears pricked at my eyes, threatening to spill as I clenched my fists.
Keeping up this act, this façade of cold indifference, of not giving a damn... it was exhausting.
Pretending I wasn’t crumbling inside, retreating into silence by locking myself away in my bedroom just to avoid slipping up and showing how I felt or the fact that I still wanted to believe that he still cares for me… It was hell.
But I had no choice. If I wanted to protect my heart, I had to keep playing this role. I had to stay guarded, had to keep pretending I was untouchable and didn't feel lonely inside.
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