Chapter 28. Who Were You Talking to?

Hermione

With my back leaning against the wall of my bathroom, I allowed my tears to cascade down my cheeks. Anyone who walked in would think that I was heartbroken, but they wouldn't understand that I was mad at myself for actually feeling bad that Rolan asked me to leave.

I could feel the connection as our lips touched and I wanted to experience it again, but obviously, he didn't even want me around.

A loud thud from my bedroom got me wrapping myself with my white towel as I left the bathroom, cold and tired.

My eyes widened when I saw a figure scooting on the floor just beside my window which was close to the bed, with a familiar sandy colored hair covering her face from my view, while she curled her body into a ball like she was trying to hide from something.

"Tania?" I called her with uncertainty, my hand gripping my chest as if it was enough to steady my heartbeat. Then she lifted her face which was tear streaked, some strands