TAMARA’S POV:
I pull her into the room, my fingers digging into her skin just enough to feel the desperation in her palms.
As the door clicks shut, I lean my back against it. I take rushed breaths on purpose, and she watches me, her eyes laced with concern.
“Tamara, is everything okay?” she asks, and I shake my head with a drawn-down expression on my face.
"I can’t keep doing this, Raven," I whisper, my voice trembling with a fragility I didn't know I could fake so well. "Ever since Marco… ever since everything fell apart, you’re the only person who’s been human to me. You’ve been so good, and I’ve just been sitting here, rotting with the guilt of what I know."
Raven looks away, her gaze dropping to the floor. There’s a flicker of guilt in her eyes, and it is so difficult to f*****g m
