Violet's P.O.V.
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I don't know how long I sat in that empty classroom crying. The bell had rang. Most of the students had gone home. It was still a while after that before I picked myself up off the floor.
I trudged home alone, which was normal. Today it just feels more lonely. I tried to stop crying, but the look on Greg's face kept popping back into my head. I would sob all over again. I couldn't even make out my feet on the sidewalk because my vision was so blurry from my tears.
I think that the hurt look on Greg's face will be something that haunts me for the rest of my life. I kept trying to tell myself that I had done the right thing. That I'll forget about it over time. That this is what is best for Greg.
It just hurts so much.
