A young man who had been sitting there quietly, watching the scene, couldn't help but grin at her defiance. He stood up hurriedly from his table, where he had been waiting patiently for Annabelle.
Quickening his pace, he rushed out of the pub after Selina, who had just stepped outside.
Walking along the sidewalk, Selina tried her best to ignore the glares and murmurs hurled at her by passersby who recognised her. Despite the urge to look for a menial job somewhere along the street, she couldn't bear the thought of being rejected all over again — the chilling feeling that followed each rejection was like an iceberg pressing into her, making her too weak to keep going.
And who knew? Others might be even harsher than Martin had been.
It felt as though one day she'd become invisible — someone no one could see, hear, or give a chance to. The weight of it alone was becoming unbearable.
Just then, Selina heard a familiar voice calling out.
"Selina!"
