Yura Pov
I don’t remember how long I stayed there but someone entered the bathroom and called my name.
“Yura, I know you are here, I can scent you.”
I didn’t bother replying the boy, I didn’t want to move. I don’t think that I can move even if I wanted to. My legs hurts from remaining in a cramped position in front of the toilet, my eyes hurts from crying too much. My head hurts from thinking about what had happened and how I can deal with the fact that everybody knows.
My whole body hurts as if it was remembering the phantom pains which I always felt anytime I sleep one of the compulsory pack sleepovers.
The door of my stall opened and I was still hanging over the toilet. “Yura.” The voice sighed.
“Go away.” I croaked out.
“You will be alright my dear. I know that I cannot pr
