Elizabeth's Pov
I spent the entire day cloistered within the confines of my room, enveloped by the oppressive weight of guilt and self-blame. My mind was consumed by torment, each thought a bitter reminder of the terrible mistake I had made. I couldn't help but dwell on Winston, wondering how he must be feeling in the wake of my actions.
It was clear to me that whatever emotions churned within Winston's heart, they could not possibly be pleasant. I had inflicted upon him a pain that was entirely undeserved, and for that, I could only blame myself. His betrayal was not unexpected, given the gravity of my actions, and I couldn't bear to imagine the tumultuous emotions that raged within him.
Though I longed to reach out to Winston, to offer some of an apology or an explanation, I knew deep
