"..."
"..."
Holding the door open with her foot, Serena said, her amethyst-purple pupils meeting Carissa's pure white.
"I'm watching you."
At that moment, Carissa felt something emanating from the seemingly fierce and violent purple eyes — a new emotion she could sense.
She's... disappointed...Why...?
Watching Serena angrily slam the door shut, Carissa couldn't help but pause for a moment in confusion.
After a few moments of silence, Carissa eventually leaped off her bed and slowly approached the bookbag.
A single tear falling from her eyelids, she touched the diary and carefully ripped out a page, ensuring no tear marks were left.
As if it would allow her forgiveness, she stared at the door and muttered.
"I'm sorry...it has to be me; I have to be the one to destroy her."
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Gripping the piece of index paper, I removed it from Carissa's pockets, holding it tightly as the wind threatened to tear it from my hands.
