RAVEN POV
Yes. That was apparently my luck.
I couldn't even cry in peace.
If I had known they were coming in there—if I had known they of all people would choose that bathroom—I would never have gone inside. I would've found some empty stairwell, some forgotten hallway, anywhere else to let the ache spill out of my chest. But no. Of course not. I had to pick the one place fate decided to use as a cruel joke.
The bathroom.
The one where I ended up intruding on something I never wanted to see but had always suspected existed.
If I had known they were coming, I wouldn't have gone there. I would have forced myself to keep walking, to keep smiling, to shove everything down until it calcified in my chest like it always did. I would have found somewhere else. Anywhere else.
But no.
