Vivienne's POV I thought I’d washed the tears from my face well enough, and even if I had, deep down I just knew for a fact that it wouldn't change anything. Even if I did get to scrub off evidence of me being weak, would it help to stop the ache that was currently coiling in my chest, whose sole purpose was to choke me to death?

Maybe I didn't look like I had just finished crying, maybe I did,  but the bathroom mirror didn't show me anymore. It showed a girl who didn’t look quite ...