Casandra`s POV
I feel very offended. I walk outside trying to let it go. Memories cloud my mind, tears that I can no longer hold back fall from my eyes. If only the pain and the bad memories would wash away with the tears, this whole thing would not have been important. Moving to sit in the backyard, only then did I realize that I needed to start letting things go. They have all probably moved on already. It's just me that is stuck. It just keeps holding me back.
I clean my tears and embrace myself for what is coming next. I head back to the room, I think the room I prefer the most is the room just beside the gallery room. It makes my imagination come alive in ways I can't explain. The discussion tonight has been one hell of an unexpected outcome. I keep turning in my bed unable to find
