Annabel’s POV
It still felt like a dream. I couldn't believe what I had heard. I sniffed in bed. The tears didn’t stop. Not the soft, cinematic kind. The ugly ones—the gasping kind, where my chest hurt and I couldn’t breathe properly. My phone sat on the nightstand, black screen facedown, as if even it couldn’t look at me. I couldn’t look at it either.
I didn’t know how long I cried. The room grew darker, the faint hum of campus nightlife starting to creep in through the window, muffled laughter and footsteps from outside. I cried so much I felt my vision blur and my head began to ache. I felt like I was going to pass out until I heard a sound. I paused, thinking I was hallucinating but then I heard it again, it was pressing this time. It took a few seconds for me to realize that someone
