Last Chance

AYRA’S POV I stopped in front of the bathroom door, trying to work up the courage to open it. “Just do it, Arya.” I whispered to myself. A soft knock at the door made me jump. I quickly shoved the test into my pocket, my heart racing. "Arya?" Jasmine called but her voice was muffled through the wood. "It's me. Can we talk?" I moved to the door, pressing my palm against it. "Jasmine?" "Please. I just... I need to apologize for everything." The lock clicked and the door opened. Jasmine stood there, her eyes red and puffy from crying. “I had to convince the guards to give me a moment.” She said with a shaky laugh and I tried to smile back but my lips felt too stiff. She stepped closer and took my hand. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "For what Enzo said and for not fighting harder.” "Stop." I cut her off, my own tears threatening to spill. "You have nothing to apologize for. You're the only one who's been kind to me." She shook her head firmly. "That's not enough though, is it?" Her voice