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Niylah's POV

I secluded myself in the empty room for what felt like days sobbing over a self-centered jerk; What Henry had said played on repeat in my mind over and over again. ‘It was all lies’. Those four words pierced my chest like a dagger and milked away what little hope I had left. Whenever my eyes drifted closed from exhaustion, I was met with his cruel smile—mocking me—judging me for something I couldn’t change. All I could do was stare at the wall and cry.

Occasionally, for some reason or another, Henry or Alex knock at the door to check on me. They’d plead with me to exit the room to eat something or at the very least drink some water, but I’d always refuse. Not out of spite, mind you. My refusal wasn’t driven by hate or malice, nor was it driven by the desire to have Henry care one last time. I physically couldn’t move from that spot and didn’t have the energy to worry about it.

Just as I had been about to drift off to sleep a granola bar was shoved violently against the