Chapter 025
Emilia's POV
I didn't intend to cry.
But there I was, breathing as if I were drowning above water, pressed up against the tiled wall of the restroom on campus. My chest hurt as if someone had hollowed it out and abandoned me, but my eyes were dry.
Before a heart stops beating the same way, how many more truths can it withstand?
I had assured myself that I would be alright. I believed that if I simply ignored it, continued to walk, and avoided Niklas like the plague, the situation would resolve itself. The hurt had a voice, which was the issue. A moniker. Wherever I looked, I saw that name.
When I switched classes, he was in the hallway. He was standing on the stairway near the library. When I should have been sleeping, I dreamed.
I was also running late for Jonas' lunch.
