Yuna POV
Yuna, wait. Lucy's voice rang out behind me, sharp and desperate, but I caught Norman's subtle gesture.
His hand, lifting just enough to stop her. She froze, her concern edged in her eyes, but she didn't follow.
Then came Norman's voice, calm but cold. Aren't you going to sign the admission form?
I didn't turn around. I couldn't. My legs felt heavy, as if moving forward was the only way to keep from collapsing. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to scream, to ask for another chance.
But what could I do? I had failed, and it was no one's fault but mine.
A sharp ache twisted through my chest. If I stayed any longer, I'd break down completely. Tears hovered, threatening to spill.
The one thing I had wanted, the only thing I had worked for, was gone, snatched from me by my own we
