EP 93.

Kayla's POV.

My heart pounded violently against my ribcage, each beat echoing through the room like a thunderous drum.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks, mingling with the droplets of sweat that dripped from my brow, creating a pool of anguish at my feet.

The temperature in the room soared, suffocating me as if I were trapped in a furnace, while my resolve crumbled like brittle autumn leaves.

I was utterly feeble, shattered to my very core, as if each breath I took stabbed me with shards of glass. The agony was unbearable, consuming me from the inside out, a relentless force tearing me apart.

I couldn't hold on any longer, not to any part of this agonising ordeal. The weight of the truth bore down on me like an insurmountable mountain, crushing my spirit beneath.

I knew this day would come, the day when I would have to confront the consequences of my silence.

I should have confessed long ago, but fear held me in its merciless grip, paralysing me with dread.

How could I explain to him