Chapter 8

I went back to my dorm and took out my phone, tapping into my chat window with Liam. The last message was my cold, harsh message to him that read, "Throw it out." I scrolled upward and saw that he'd asked me, "Do you still want your Christmas gift?" I went further up and noticed that he asked me what I was having for dinner. There was even a link to a travel guide he'd excitedly sent me six months ago. My fingers trembled as I tapped on his contact information and blocked his number. … After that, I spent all day and night at the studio without going back to my dorm. I would just munch on slices of bread when I got hungry and sleep on the sculpting table when I got sleepy. I no longer sculpted intricate human figures. On the contrary, I began using scrap metal and steel wire to create art pieces with sharp, fragmented corners. My hands were covered in tiny cuts and scrapes, but I couldn't feel the pain. Maybe it was because I had already experienced the most painful thing in lif