Verena Layton I sit on the floor, staring hopelessly at the ruined art paper. I poured all my energy into creating it since it was meant to go on the walls of the most important department. I sniffle, trying to hold back. I have to re-create this one. Again.Now, Lorcan is gone as well. I know I overreacted and his words meant no harm. Infact, he was worrying about me but I couldn’t help it. I stand up. Resting my hands on my waist, I raise my head and stare into the ceiling as if that would miraculously prevent tears from falling and dry my eyes. It’s okay. I can do it. I can start the graph from scratch and things will be okay. I try to assure myself but as soon as I notice myself, standing amidst the gigantic room, surrounded by the cold walls, tears fall again. I curse my fate. Only if I was a bit careful and didn’t collide with Alan. Only if I didn’t take out my outburst on Lorcan, he would’ve at least helped me with some tasks. That option also vanished with him storming o
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