Juliette:
I ran.
Down the steps, past the shouting, the laughter, the pounding bass that had once sounded like a celebration and now felt like a hammer in my skull. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.
The cool night air hit my face like a slap as I burst through the front door of Theta House. My chest heaved, my lungs burned, but I didn’t stop. My feet hit the pavement and I just kept running. Running, like I could run so fast the misery and heartache couldn't catch up.
I didn’t go to my dorm. He would find me there. Try to explain this. like he didn't just throw grenade and explode every shred of confident I build down. Like my life didn't just implode in front of my very eyes.
I went to my car. I had to get away. Far away. Away from campus, away from the looks, the laughing and the pity. it
