LIBERTY’S P.O.V
As I walked through the woods away from the man I loved I couldn’t help the sobs that were escaping me. Somehow I had hoped to be done with crying, but my eyes clearly didn’t agree.
I felt pathetic. On one hand, I knew it was okay to cry when you were sad, but on the other hand, I feel like I’ve done nothing but cry lately, and I really hate that.
I do realize that my method, consisting of bottling up my feelings until I get depressed, wasn’t really any better. However, right at this moment feeling like a crybaby felt worse.
It was around this moment that I also realized I had nowhere to go. Christmas break wasn’t over before a week and I couldn’t stay at either the dorms or at Jeremy’s place now. I hated my own planning. My only option was calling Fran.
Fran had told
