She looks down at the floor, her lashes lowering, shoulders rising and falling once in a slow breath. A few seconds drag by before she finally lifts her eyes to mine.
“I don’t want your apology,” she says quietly, her eyes fixed on mine. “And when you did whatever you did, I’m sure you didn’t think it was a big deal. I only came here to tell you that we’re ending everything. The tutoring, seeing each other, being friends… everything.”
For a moment, I swear the room tilts.
A cold wave hits me right in the chest like someone just shot straight through my ribs. I search her face again, desperate for anything—sarcasm, a smirk, even the tiniest crack that shows she’s just being dramatic or pulling some messed up joke.
But there’s nothing. No warmth, no softness, and no part of her that look
