Emily's POV
The room felt too big, too quiet.
Julian had insisted on keeping me company in my room but I knew if he followed me, all I would be doing would be ripping off his clothes and having s*x instead of processing my emotions so I asked to be left alone.
Shortly afterwards, Joey and Caleb came with card games and snacks to divert my attention but I still wasn’t in the mood. It was as if, even my mates could not cheer up the overwhelming sadness inside me.
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the wall, my fingers curled around the soft fabric of my sweater. I wasn't thinking. Or maybe I was thinking too much. Either way, I felt stuck, trapped between rage, grief, and something else I couldn't name.
Darius was gone. For good this time.
I should've felt relief.
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