I spent that weekend stressed out of my mind. All through that time I tried to get a hold of Cleo with my several calls and messages, but she ignored them all. I felt so guilty for what happened, but mostly felt angry at Daphne. I knew what pure evil was and seen it's face. It's name was Daphne.
I failed to study all through the weekend. I barely could focused on anything at that point. I constantly questioned what Cleo would be thinking about me during that weekend, and whatever she had planned for me. I didn't want us to break up like this, especially after all we've been through. All the ups and downs we went through, just to let this small thing ruin what we had. The picture of Cleo crying was burned into my eyes that much that everytime I closed them that image played in my mind on repeat.
Honestly, that weekend was the hardest one of my life.