Viola was too busy looking out the window and trying to figure out what was wrong with her to hear what Sebastian had said to Matt on the other side of the phone.
She pressed her index finger against the glass wall, tracing the distant city lights and wishing she could somehow capture them and pull them inside herself; perhaps they would brighten her darkness, her loneliness, and the hollow space in her chest.
"I am getting what I deserve in life," she muttered, completely forgetting she was still on the phone with Sebastian. "I did this to myself… I took away her light and her chances…"
Sebastian, who heard her clearly through the line, frowned deeply. "Talk to me, amor. Whatever is bothering you, you can share it with me. Talking makes things better at times. Sharing your sorrow can make it feel less heavy," he said gently, though he was completely confused about what she was referring to. She sounded as if she was drunk. Was she drunk?
