Afinalmoment of freedom.
But it appears to have backfired on me.
I can’t believe I lost my virginity, and nonetheless toHunter Wardgrave.
And yet, even thinking about it sends a rush of excitement through me.
As it has for the past forty eight hours.
How utterly pathetic.
I am the very definition of a cliché. Of course the first man I have ever felt drawn to, the first man I ever wanted to sleep with, is someone I can’t have for more than a single night.
I actually can’t have him at all.
I should never have allowed him to touch me in the first place.
But I begged for his touch.
When he finds out the truth…
I shake off the thought.
It was one time, and it should stay that way.
And besides, he is not in my life. I am here at St. Monarché Academy, and he definitely isn’t.
He can’t be.
So I shouldn’t worry about him hating me.
My chest tightens painfully at the thought of yesterday, but I blink back the tears burning at my eyes.
I refuse to cry.
I never cry.
It’s useless, really.
Why cry?
To pity myself?
No, thank you.
This had to be done. And I must remember why I made that sacrifice in the first place.
And tears won’t undo it.
I have put my signature on that paper, and it isdone.
I signed my life away for good.
My alarm goes off again, startling me. I quickly silence it and push out of bed, crossing the room to the window.
Pulling the curtains open, I look outside.
The sky is grey, as it is most days on Elaris Isle.
