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“Leave her alone She needs space toto defend me

I don’t care what anyone thinks of me

And I don’t need a man to protect me

I run down the hallway to the farthest room frouest room

Thank god

I open the door and slam it shut behind me I find a lock on the door

Perfect

I lock the door and then walk to the bathroo white tub sits I flip the water on, intending to wash the pain away But as the water runs, I collapse onto the floor and cry

I’ve already forgotten how it feels to cry—to let warm, wet tears flon my cheeks

Sofor my loss, but none of them understand the depth of what I just lost

Langston won

I lost

It’s over

I hope Langston is in ason a bathroo his eyes out with all hope lost

But I don’t care Even if he is, he won He just doesn’t know it yet