I was supposed to walk away, without sparing my boyfriend and Charlotte a last glance. I ought to leave the lecture room instantly, without even announcing my presence in the room to them. But, I remained there. I stood there, just staring at them with a blank look on my face.
My hands tightened into fists. They didn't even realize that someone was in the room with them. How could a hug be so intense? I should leave, instead of burning with rage. I should leave, instead of just standing there having the thought of smashing their head with a bottle. Funny how I had turned violent just because I was in love with someone.
My subconscious was screaming at me to leave the lecture room instantly. But, I couldn't do that. It seemed like my feet were glued to the ground. I was overthinking. The
