Sheila's POV:
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"Are you alright?" Trish asked me behind the toilet stall.
"Sheila, honey, talk to us." Evie added, knocking on the cubicle door while I tried to stop my heart from breaking.
"Guys, it's almost time for fourth." Lucy commented.
"Yeah," I spoke softly, trying hard not to shed a tear as I felt my voice crack, "I'm good." I replied to them and unlocked the stall door; the three of them stood outside, staring at me with worry. I walked out and put on a smile, feeling my cheeks moist. I looked past them and at the bathroom mirror, realizing that tears escaped my eyes.
"Jun is gonna die," Trish mumbled as she began walking out, but Lucy held onto her waist to prevent her from leaving. "Luce, I'm kidding." She said and unwrapped Lucy's grip on waist; I chuckled as Evie pulle
