Chapter 95 —Empty-handed

Narrator:

Aylin couldn't stay in the dormitory. The air felt thick, unbreathable. Every corner of that room smelled like him, tasted like him, and everything around her reminded her that, no matter what Roman had promised her, deep down he was still the same devil as always.

She left quietly, barefoot and heartbroken. She wandered aimlessly down the hallway until her footsteps led her to the garden. And there it was. The bench. That damn bench where it all began.

Where,