Jenna's POV
My heartbeat was uneven, my breath was ragged as I walked along the dark almost empty street, and my walking steps were lazy and loud against the concrete road
I roughed my hair, dried tears stained my face- I didn't even bother to clean it- the cold wind blew my hair backward- my eyes were slightly squinted and my body shivered uncontrollably but I didn't feel like hailing a taxi and I left my car at the gallery- I didn't feel like going home on time (that was how devastated I was feeling)- my brain didn't feel like they were functioning anymore and my thoughts were scraggly
I just wanted to keep walking- not minding the distance- as if the stress I'd feel and the strength I'd waste would burn the banging feeling of regret inside of me- the unbearable regret I was feeling
