162: Pep Talk

Fenella’s POV Maybe I couldn't bear the burden anymore. I went to Boston hoping to find a bit of peace from all the mental strain about everything. Ugh, who would have thought Alan would chase me all the way to Boston? I no longer cared about anything. At that moment, I needed complete peace, which is why I went home and left Alan behind.  When I got home, I realized I had also left my mother alone in the park with all those things. There was the trolley; my mother must still be strong enough to push it from the park to here, but it made me feel guilty. No, I couldn't see Alan again. Guilt gnawed at me bit by bit. How could he endure for so long to reach this point? How could he do everything with me as his main goal? I went into the house, up to my room on the second floor, and lay down on the bed. The back of my hand covered my eyes, and I remained motionless for a long time, thinking about everything. ‘Even though Laird has rejected you and broken your heart, you’ve still liked him