Epilogue
Two weeks later . . .
I managed to avoid college for the last couple of weeks. Mum knew deep down the reason was Kai, but she let me get away with fake stomach cramps and a migraine until the summer finally arrived.
Ava reported back daily. Said Kai wasn’t around much either.
And thanks to her lack of social media, I don’t know how far my humiliation has gone.
I can’t quite bring myself to look. I mean, does it really matter if a million people saw it, or just the ones at that party?
The feeling will still be the same in my heart. Broken. Dead. Cold.
The train pulls away from the platform with a low rumble, and I press my forehead to the cool glass, watching the town shrink behind me.
The sun is rising, soft and gold, painting the sky like it’s trying to promise something new.
I don’t know what I’ll find in Scotland.
I don’t know who I’ll be when summer ends.
But for the first time in a long time, the silence feels like peace instead of punishment.
I close my eyes.
Let it all go.
And breathe.
The End
For now . . .