Marrissa's point of view For two days, I had locked myself in my room, drowning in my thoughts. I barely ate, barely moved, I just laid in my bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything that happened in the club over and over. The more I thought about it, the more I blamed myself. “It’s all my fault,” I chastised myself. If only I had been stronger. If only I had been wiser. If only I had not let my emotions cloud my judgment. Morgan, Andre, my past, my present, everything is tangled together in my mind, and it's making me go crazy. I feel my heart was stretched in two opposing directions, and I didn't know which path to follow. A soft knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts. "Marrissa, please, open the door. "We need to talk," Madam Señorita said in a gentle but firm voice. I sighed as I got up and walked to the door. I already knew what this conversation would be about. I paused midway, staring at the locked door as if it was the only thing shielding me fr
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