Guilt and Vultures

POV Declan

*Fuck. She cried.*

The realization batters the inside of my skull with the force of a sledgehammer as we push out of Mrs. Galloway’s calculus class and into the suffocating rush of the hallway. I sat right there next to her. I saw the moisture on her flushed cheeks. Because of us. No, scratch that. Because of *me*.

Earlier, in the stairwell, I knew she was coming up right behind us.