Chapter 82

• I took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears, and walked over to the drinks table. Even though I was underage, I felt an urgent need to hold back my tears, and since they say alcohol is good for drowning your sorrows, I thought, at that moment, that it would be a good solution. I filled my glass with punch, and just as I was about to drink it, someone's hand grabbed my glass and took it away from me. I looked to the side and met Nicolas's eyes. He looked like he wanted to cry as much as I did.
• "Does it hurt?" I asked him. I wasn't talking about our companions, but about his arm, which was bandaged. Unexpectedly, he put his glass down on the table, turned around, and left without saying anything to me. I didn't know what to do. Should I go after him or give him some space? "Nicolas, wait!"
• He heard me, but he didn't stop. It seemed like he didn't want to talk to me. I decided to drown my sorrows in food instead of alcohol while I waited for the presentations to begin. Sometimes I found myself looking for William. It was an almost involuntary reaction. Every time I saw him, I felt a new pang of pain. Lisa wanted to tear Lorraine to pieces, but I held back. If there was anyone to blame, it was my lying partner. More than ever, I wanted to hate him, I wanted to forget him, but because of my foolish decision to let him into my heart, I couldn't get him out so easily.