Carrie

Without stopping to look back, I stormed into my room. But beyond my anger were the tears I have been trying to hold back since I realised Alessandro Valante would never reply to my messages.

So, by the time I was standing in front of my dresser, my hands had become shaky and my eyes were very red.

"Carrie! What exactly is wrong with you?" My father barged in after, and my mom followed quietly.

"I don't know, Dad." Before I faced him, I managed to tuck my feebleness to the side. "Everything?"

"Carrie, I will not have you act this way."

"What way? What?" I tendered my palms...