Ariana's POV
I hadn’t slept. Not really.
I kept replaying Roman’s voice in my head, the way he looked at me like I’d broken something sacred. Like I’d given up on us.
The thing is… maybe I had.
And maybe it was killing me inside.
I sat outside on campus, on the edge of a stone bench, watching a group of girls laugh in the distance. They didn’t know what it felt like to be me. To fall for someone you weren’t supposed to love. To wake up every day with your heart in your throat and shame burning down your spine.
“Hey.”
I looked up. Lana.
Her brows were slightly drawn together, concern tugging at the corners of her mouth. She was holding two cups of iced coffee and offered me one like it was some kind of peace treaty.
I took it with a shaky hand.
“You okay?” she asked, sitting besid
