The Feeling

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I took the elevator back to my room, and just like whenever I needed to think, I laid on my bedroom floor and replayed the scene in my head.

My brain was telling me to let it go, but my heart was screaming to try again.

A million different reasons played in my head.

Why was she lying?

But as much as I tried to deny it, one theory stood out against the rest.

But I didn't have any proof of it, just the sound of a glass shatter, which she had denied.

Even though I wanted to just give up and let it go, I knew my stubborn heart would never let me.

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