She turned a deaf ear to her mother's calls, immersed in her own pain.
After what happened last night, after I pushed Julia Bluen out of the room... The more I thought about it, the more heartbroken I became. Only now do I realize how truly fragile I am. All my strength, all my indifference—it was all a façade.
In my hand, I still clutched the men's necklace with the engraved word 'Black' on it. In just one night, it has become entangled with such complex emotions. I hate its owner for taking my innocence when I wasn't in my right mind, yet this man was also my first. No matter the circumstances, a woman never easily forgets her first man. I also wonder why he left this necklace. Was it so he could come back to find me later? To take responsibility?
And what does he even look like?
