Kendall's POV
I've made a fool of myself yet again, well not entirely. Who I am kidding? Entirely, truthfully, and crazily. I walked back to the cafeteria with a walk of shame, sadness, and pain. When I got there, I was greeted by Ed and Eta and their million and one questions that never seemed to end.
"Are you ok?" Eta asked, I nodded.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" Ed inspected my body for any bruises or cuts, I shook my head.
"Where did you go?" Eta asked me as they led me back to our table.
"For a walk," I responded for the first time I got there. My voice was raspy and strained, it even sounded tired. This day was short but so long. This proves that Mondays will never be my thing.
The moment I sat down, I took Ed's water bottle and I had a big gulp. My throat was hurting from the sobs that I was pouring, the moment that cool water hit my throat, I was done for the day.