Calvin’s POV
Despair wasn’t a strong enough word for what I felt.
I knew Kamrynn wouldn’t forgive me. I had expected it.
But knowing something and feeling it were two different things.
Hearing her say it—hearing her mean it—was like a blade slicing straight through my chest.
She had nothing left for me.
No love. No warmth. Not even pity.
Only hatred.
I staggered down the dim hallway, the weight of her rejection pressing onto my shoulders like an unbearable force. I wasn’t even sure where I was going—I just walked, my mind a storm of emotions I couldn’t process.
Eventually, I found myself in the dining hall. It was empty, dark, the remnants of the evening’s celebration still lingering—half-empty glasses, plates scattered across the long wooden table.
I sank into a chair, resting m
