Breaking point
I had had enough of the remarks, the jeers, and the contemptuous glances. I felt like I was about to blow up as my chest constricted. I got up quickly and knocked over my chair, apologizing. I hurried along the corridor, ignoring the curious looks. I located the restroom, threw open the door, and secured it once I was done. I could finally lower my guard in the tiny room, which seemed like a haven.
Breaking Point
Leaning on the sink
I leaned against the sink, breathing laboriously, and locked the door behind me. My ginger hair framed a face flushed with embarrassment and rage as I gazed at my mirror. The pressure of the evening finally broke through, and I could feel the tears welling up. But I wasn’t going to let them go just yet. I closed my eyes and took a long breath in an attempt to calm my pounding heart and restore some composure.
Leaning On The Sink
