[Third Person]
Alexia hastily dressed, her fingers trembling as she buttoned her blouse. Rage and humiliation burned in her chest. The moment she slammed the door on her way out, she nearly collided with Dr. Josephine, who was about to walk in.
"Hey, are you okay?" Dr. Josephine asked, concern etching her features as she noticed Alexia's disheveled state.
Alexia felt a pang of jealousy, her eyes narrowing at the sight of Dr. Josephine's immaculate appearance. She ignored the question, running off down the hallway, tears threatening to spill. The sting of Zayn's rejection echoed in her mind. He had pushed her away, humiliated her. How could he?
In the washroom, Alexia's composure shattered. She gripped the edge of the sink, her tears mingling with the cold water she splashed on her face
