27 ~ Shattered Relationships
Ryder I couldn't believe what I had just done to Sophia. It wasn’t just wrong — it was soul-crushing. For the first time in a long while, I felt… shame. Real, bone-deep shame. The kind that claws at your conscience, refusing to let go. How the hell would I ever look at her again? Dragging my feet back to the lecture hall, I ignored every sound, every face, even Amanda's irritating chirpiness. I grabbed my bag, tossed her a half-hearted wave, and left the room like a ghost of myself. The balcony air was harsh — too harsh. And just as I stepped out, I saw her. Sophia. She was standing there, still. As if the wind hadn’t dared to touch her. I lowered my gaze and walked right past her. “Ryder?” She called, her voice cracking with disbelief and pain. But I didn’t look back. When I go
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