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Kendall's POV

After my crying saga, I was just too weak to go to class, and I didn't feel like socializing, nor having any human interaction. Let alone be with them long enough. This day alone just felt like it was too much for any normal human to handle.

So I just sat there. After crying, I just sat in that office, with Miss Grey, drinking her chamomile tea and eating her sandwiches, not caring if I had class at that moment, or I had missed a lot thereafter.

At that moment, I was calm and there was a piece of sanity inside of my heart that I had done something 'normal for once. Even if it was within the confines of a school office with a woman who meant a lot to me.

After I had calmed down, it was already time for a recess, so I just went to the cafeteria so as not to worry Eta and Ed. And the first thing I got the moment I sat down, Ed's latest gossip.

"Dude, guess who I saw?" She patted the seat next to her and I sat unwillingly. I wasn't in the mood for gossip, but since it was to make her a bit happy, I sat down reluctantly, hoping she finished as fast as she was willing to start.

"Who?" I asked uninterested, taking out my lunch, might as well start eating. I took out my soda and I started downing it. I then took out my peanut butter sandwich and I started munching.

"You know our English teacher, the new one," I nodded, "It's Daniel. The one we met on Saturday." I choked on my peanut butter sandwich and I drank more soda. I don't know whether the sandwich was dry, or the shock was just too much to handle.

"Mr. Lewiston is Daniel?" I double-checked. I had to be sure. This can't be. Daniel is Lewiston, Royalty Lewiston?

How?? What?! Why??

"Yep." Her response with a p that popped. "I can't believe it either. I mean, what are the odds right?! How small can Sicily be?"

Beats me. I muttered to myself, turning away.

"I mean, we just randomly met him on Saturday, and who knew we would meet him again so soon? And the best part," she widen her eyes, "He even remembered me and asked about you." She casually continued as she took a bit in her tuna sandwich.

"What?!" I and Eta exclaimed. I looked at Eta who looked at me.

"What do you mean what, were you not in class?" He asked first, I shook my head.

"And you?" I enquired.

"No. Our science lecturer wanted us to stay behind to complete the presentation." I pointed at Ed while still looking at him.

"Oh, I was the first to present so I could leave early with my group and the others who got to finish before the period ended," Ed explained. I nodded in understanding.

Ed was both into Arts and Science. The weirdest combination, but it works for her. The Art is for happiness, and the science, her parents. Whichever way she deals with the pressure, I applaud her for it. It's amazing. But we are deviating from Daniel. I whispered to myself. Can we not do this now? I internally asked Eta knowing fully well I was wasting my time.

"And you, where were you?" Eta asked.

"The office." I looked down, as I started to play with my food. Well, looks like we are talking about this.

"The whole time?" They unionly asked.

"Yes," I whispered. Eta rushed to my side, holding my hand.

"Are you okay?" He looked worried, and this is what I didn't want him to see. The broken me. Like I know I'm broken, but I don't have to remind him of that every single time. And I just hated myself for it.

So so much.

"Yes, I am." I looked away, turning to the wall, as tears started forming. I tried talking, but I knew that I was starting to chock on my tears, so I just kept quiet and I let them fall.

Our usual table was near the corner, so nobody was graced by a waterfall. The thing with me was, if I started crying, I just never stopped. I just kept going on and on, until I was drained out of all the life I could have.

So I just sat there, trying to find sanity with Eta and Ed back hugging me. I sobbed as our college guys and esteemed ladies looked at my daily dose of depression, no longer caring that this was part of my life now. Some looked, others oblivious, but I knew that I had to get out of there. I just needed to scream, take it all out. The hate I had for myself, the hate I had for dad, his best friend, the trauma, just all of it.

So I quickly pulled away, stood up, and ran. I just ran to nowhere in particular, with my eyes all foggy with tears, I barely could see where I was going, with Eta and Ed calling my name at a distance, I just needed some time alone. To just breathe.

Even for a second. I didn't care where, I just wanted to cry and not have Eta see that because I knew, even if he acts like he's strong, his heart breaks when he sees my breakdown. Or when I'm having an attack, or whatever. And I can't stop it. It's something that's not within my control, but at the same time, I don't want him to worry.

I want him to see that I can be ok, even when I can't. That's the least I could. So I continued running, students looked at me crazy, but I didn't care. I just run out of the cafeteria, into the hall, outside the college, and then I crashed.

I crashed into arms wide open, and I took the embrace. I didn't know who it was, but I held on to him like dear life. He smelt good even. He had a light blue shirt, and that was all I could see and I didn't care. I just hugged this stranger with all my might, pouring my heart out, to him hoping he could make it stop.

And somehow he did. He didn't question me, nor push me away, but he held on. He held on to him and kept patting my head, assuring me that I was safe in his arms and that I was okay, and that nothing was gonna happen to me. He assured me of it, and I believed him. Without a doubt, nor question, I just believed that he was telling the truth.

After god knows when, I pulled away slowly. Truthfully, I was embarrassed. Never have I ever ran into some stranger's arms, and embraced them like that, let alone cry. Even when I was that girl back then. I would never. But nowhere I was. I was starting to lose it. Who was I kidding, I've already lost it.

Without wanting to embarrass me even further, I quickly let go of him, without looking at him, I apologized, and I ran off. I could hear him calling for me to stop but I didn't, nor did I turn back to look if he was following me.

How could I just hug some stranger just like that?

I ran back to the halls and I opened the first door that I could find, quickly closed it and I ran to the corner of the room. I buried my face into the palm of my hands, knelt, and I told myself that I was okay. That life would get better, it had to, somehow. I just knew it. My guardian angel was on the way. I sat there for some time, until I got startled by a voice.

"Sorry Miss, but this is the male's toilet." When I looked up, it was our college's janitor, with the mop. If my day could more shitty than this, I seriously wouldn't be surprised. I quickly bowed my head at him to apologize, stood up, and took off again. When I opened the door, I bumped into the same blue shirt guy. This time I looked up and then I realized, I screwed up. I screwed up big.

Not only have I made myself a fool twice, but I messed the shirt of non-other than Daniel/ the guy who pulled through Saturday/ my new therapist if I let him and my new English teacher. Would you look at that, my day just keeps getting better and better?

Not to sarcasm.

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