Kimi spoke her mind without restraint before stepping out of the room. The corridor felt cold against her flushed cheeks as moisture gathered in her eyes. She had almost exposed her raw emotions to that man, and the thought made her quickly brush away the dampness.
Tears were not about weakness. They were fury given form, and she refused to let that fire consume everything in its path. Her rage transformed into silent drops that traced down her face.
The canteen welcomed her with its familiar buzz of conversation and clinking dishes. She claimed a table near the large windows, settling into the uncomfortable plastic chair.
Her reflection stared back from the glass as memories surfaced unbidden. The incident had occurred months earlier, though it felt like yesterday when the fear crept back in.
