EMERSON
Sitting in Evan's car, my mind was a tempest of regret. I allowed him to break my heart, and now I faced the aftermath. In this tragic fairy tale, I questioned my place and couldn't summon tears. What if Evan hadn't intervened? He was a stranger to me, his motives shrouded in mystery.
I pondered the meaning of his actions. Beautiful faces, I realized, don't always have beautiful souls. The looming challenge remained—how would I face Evan when we returned to the university?