Sebastain's Point if view
My eyes lingered on her for a few seconds; I couldn't get why she was dressed like that. I mean, I understand the fact that she was playing pretend, trying to mask her pain, but it still did not sit right with me—the make-up, the attitude, the Looks was there just something I was missing?
“Good morning.” She greeted me with a wide smile. Was she not meant to be heartbroken? Or was there something else going on?
She walked up to her room and slammed the door into my face the previous night. We both had nothing to say to each other. I felt worn out and tired, but I had stayed up all night, spying through the camera.
It broke my heart to see her like that. She cried herself to the ruin; she cried so much that she could barely breathe well. Side to side, she h
