Helene.

Its been two days since I've been at Dylan's place.

My chest twisted painfully as i recalled that day.

I stayed on my knees long after Freya and Zoey had walked away, their laughter still echoing in my ears like poison. The entire jewellery section had turned into my personal hell. People were still staring. Some were whispering. Others were secretly recording.

My forehead throbbed violently. Every heartbeat sent a sharp pulse of pain through the swollen bump and the cut on my skin. I could feel the blood drying on my face. My beauty… the one thing I had always been proud of… was ruined.

I couldn’t go...