K I A R A ' S P.O.V
Three hundred, three hundred and one, three hundred and two, three hundred and three...
I had been in this room for a week. My phone is somehow, turned off and completely ignored, I've haven't showered in what feels like forever and my heart hurts.
I've been counting the rain drops. The small tiny droplets that remind me of tears, something I've shed far too much of.
After leaving the room, I found Tessa and we got a taxi home. She didn't press me about what happened, although I'm pretty sure she could guess from my s*x crazed hair and the fact that nearly everyone heard my cries of pleasure.
As soon as I got home, I went straight up to my room, locked the door and cried. I cried because I had finally let go of Tristan in my heart and it hurt, more than anythi
