On the next day, I woke up with swollen eyes and no energy. Lifting myself on the mattress, I clenched my jaw and closed my lids. I knew I had to do something that would break Noah's heart, but I had no choice. I had to own up to my decision.

Brushing my hair after my shower, I put the brush on the dressing table and glanced at the unmade bed behind me in the mirror. My heart clenched, and loneliness burst through me. I was alone. I pursed my lips and headed to the corridor. But every step I took echoed grimly as I fought the tears. Had this...