I was going home with no mood to speak of. Dorian hadn’t lifted my spirits—if anything, he’d done the opposite.
I was angry at myself. Angry for pushing people away—first my mom, then Julie, and now Dorian.
I sat on a bench and stared at the sky, letting minutes slip by in silence.
What did I even want from life anymore? Tomorrow I would take my final exam, and then—uncertainty. Everything I had clung to before, all my anchors, would be gone forever.
I had once dreamed of entering a prestigious university to study art, of applying to the Royal College of Art. London had been calling to me for two years now. Ever since my first trip there, it felt as if I’d left a piece of my heart behind in that city.
But now, my dreams seemed to be crumbling to dust.
I didn’t want to betray myself,
