She thought that she’d be able to hang on until Otto was gone, but his reply was the final straw. Despite herself—despite it all—Eva smiled one last time.

”Fine.”

She hated this, she hated herself and her own weaknesses. Although she hadn’t wanted to let herself go in front of him, Eva found that her eyes were beginning to fill with tears, vision blurring as a choked sob rose in her throat. Her pale, quivering hands flew up to clasp tightly over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the noise, shoulders shaking. It felt like she was suffocating, her chest heaving violently as she tried to breath, but she refused to allow herself to make a noise while he was still here. Although her gaze was turned towards the ground, she could just make out the sound of his footsteps growing further and further until--

As soon as he was out of sight, she threw open the door to her room, clumsily stumbling in and slamming the door behind her. She didn’t even make it to the bed.

Crumpling on the ground, she pulled her legs up against her chest and curled up against the door as she finally lost herself to her emotions, her sobs carrying out into the hallway.