Chapter 5

Gwen's POV

I hate the feeling of the wind against my face. Some might say it's the best thing in the world, but for me, it's not the same. My hair gets messed up, I squint my eyes, and it's hard to fix everything the wind undid. The past few weeks of class have been exhausting. I go to university in the mornings, work as a waitress at a bar at night, and study as much as I can in the afternoons. Time is usually scarce, and I feel like I can't let anyone into my life because they'll disrupt the flow with which I do things, or rather, with which my life flows.

Every day that goes by, I realize how lonely I am, how much I wish I could go out and have fun and smile at life, or the things I'm missing out on. My grandmother is the only person who lives with me. She doesn't talk to me, doesn't listen to me, she just scolds me or makes rude comments that have ceased to matter to me over time.

I slump into the bus seat and see a young guy enter. I watch him for a bit becaus