POV de Lily.

The classroom had emptied, most students had already left for their practices or returned home for the day. The few that remained were too busy with their conversations to notice me.

I sat there, my fingers gripping the edge of the fake wooden table so tightly that my knuckles were completely white. The resignation letter was in my bag. Bent. Tidy. Definitive.

Emma seemed too worried about what I had told her I was about to do, suddenly grabbing my shoulders, shaking me like I was