The night stretched on, and I lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with a mix of hope and dread. The silence in my room was deafening, the only sound of the ticking clock echoing my anxious heartbeat. I kept checking my phone, praying for a reply from Wayne, yet the screen remained stubbornly blank, an unyielding reminder of my mistakes.
As dawn broke, casting a pale light through my window, I felt the weight of my own indecision pressing down on me. I knew I had really hurt Wayne so bad, but the thought of actually confronting him felt like staring into an abyss. What if he was done with me? What if my coldness had pushed him too far?
Determined to face the day and the consequences of my actions, I grabbed my bag and headed to the university. The campus buzzed with li
