Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Two

The hallways are empty, everyone else is in class and the privacy gives me the opportunity and freedom to cry ugly, sobbing, loud, gut wrenching tears.

I would balk at my dramatics but the tears I’ve been withholding for weeks all chose to come out to play today for some reason and I have no choice but to just let it out.

“I’m so sad, Roman…” I sob out the words like he can fix it.

He stays silent but I still feel his big palm gliding over my body. He doesn’t need to say a word, his presence is more than fine. His nearness alone is more comfort that anyone else could offer me. How and when did I get this addicted to him?

I don’t know how long we remain like this, me lightly sobbing and him holding me. It could have been mere seconds, or minutes or even an hour but I’m not so good with time when he is near, usually hours go by like seconds when I have him with me. This time is no different.

Finally, we break apart from the tight hold we have on each other.

I keep my gaze down,