MARIA'S POV
Walking all the way home from Connor's house seemed a little too distant for me to walk in this emotionally bruised condition.
Talking about my sprained ankle, which began to hurt as I walked for a long distance, I decided to find a place to rest and contemplate my life at the same time.
My eyes wandered around the street I found myself, and they met a bench, a perfect spot for the quietness I needed, especially since nobody was around.
I strolled toward the bench, burdened by the emotions swirling in my chest. My life felt miserably overwhelming as several images played repeatedly in my head.
The image of Connor and Sophia emotionally tormenting me became too much to bear, and I couldn't help but break down.
It was challenging to form a hard shell to shield my fragile he
