Janna grasped her head and covered her eyes while being desperate for some form of relief from the sharp pain within her. She’s been crying for hours, and occasionally she would glance at her phone, hoping that he would send her a message.
Nothing came.
For a moment, she thought of giving up. Her friends said it was toxic, but she didn’t know how to identify if it’s already toxic or not. They said she should break up with him because he’s very possessive of her, and it’s no longer healthy in a relationship.
She let out a moaning yelp, part desperation, and part determination. Actually, she had two options: fight or give up. However, there was nothing much she could do about it. He already went home, and she had to wait for Monday to talk to him.
