Melissa’s pen tapped rhythmically against her desk, completely lost in her thoughts, barely aware of the lecture or the students around her. Her anger at Damian was still fresh, like a wound refusing to heal. Yet, underneath the anger was a longing for him she couldn't suppress, and that infuriated her even more.
‘You did the right thing, Melissa. Damian doesn't deserve to be in your life anymore,’ she told herself for what felt like the hundredth time.
Then, her thoughts betrayed her again. “Then why do I miss him so much?" she blurted out loudly with frustration.
“Miss Jones? Is there a problem?” The professor’s voice cut through the air like a knife, pulling her back to reality.
The room seemed to freeze as everyone’s gaze turned towards her. She could feel their eyes like weight p
