Zayde's Point of View
The silence in the hallway is deafening.
Everything has gone downhill since I woke up, and I have no idea what to do.
I close my eyes, but all I see is her face. Hurt. Betrayed. The tears streaming down her cheeks, still wearing my shirt.
Even though I regret my actions, the words I spoke, I can't take it back. The hate I saw in her eyes, along with pain...
My stomach turns.
"What the hell did you just do?"
I whisper to myself and run a hand through my hair, before I start pacing. Every inch of me is burning, not with desire anymore, but with shame.
I turn and punch the wall once. Hard. My knuckles protest, but the pain doesn’t help the storm raging inside of me.
"I told myself I wouldn’t touch her. Not until we knew. Not until it was real."
I run a hand
