Hermione found it hard to describe how she felt right now, but without a doubt, "regret" was the most fitting word.
She did not know what was wrong with her either. She clearly should not have been one of those people "in cahoots" with each other, let alone spitefully competing with Stephanie in drinking afterward and doing even more foolish things.
"I must be crazy lately..." The girl leaned over the windowsill, letting snowflakes fall onto her high nose as she muttered dejectedly to herself.
For some reason, she thought back to the several times she had spent with Sean—the distance between them had been getting smaller and smaller, right?
They had been taking step after step toward the kind of relationship she had once imagined... right?
At that thought, a rare smile appeared on her regretful, dejected face.
But once the smile passed over her lips, she grew even more agitated.
It was precisely because she had realized this that she regretted yesterday's events so deeply.
If Sean found out, who knew what he would think...
Troubled, Hermione buried her head in her arms. Perhaps she had not recovered from drinking too much yesterday, or perhaps her complicated emotions had drained too much of her energy, but she now felt a faint ache beginning in her chest.
"I need a Mind Purifier..." Hermione muttered, then abruptly rose to her feet in anger, though she did not know why.
However, the moment she straightened up, Hermione bent over again. She clutched her chest tightly, her face turning pale almost instantly.
The faint pain in her chest suddenly felt as though it had been smashed by a massive iron hammer. Intense pain and dizziness crashed over her like waves.
The sudden agony made her collapse helplessly onto the cold floor, large