Bernice's POV
The Easter holidays officially began, and honestly, I needed the break. School had been exhausting—emotionally and physically. No more seeing David every day. No more pretending I was fine when I wasn't. Just me, myself, and my healing era.
Grace and I made a bucket list of things to do during the holidays. It was full of silly things like "eat ice cream for breakfast" and serious ones like "learn how to swim" (even though Grace swims like a rock). We even planned a sleepover at her house—the kind where you talk about life until 2am and prank call your classmates.
The first few days were pure bliss. We hung out, went to the pool, watched old Disney movies, and laughed until our stomachs hurt. For the first time in a long while, I didn't feel sad about David. I barely even thought about him.
Until... one evening when we were scrolling through Instagram.
Grace stumbled on a picture. David... and some girl.
She showed it to me with a wicked smile, ready to make a joke, but when she saw my face, she quickly changed the topic.
I acted like I didn't care, but inside, it stung. Not because I still wanted him (I didn't), but because I realized he had moved on for real. Meanwhile, I was still patching up my heart like it was a broken iPhone screen.
Later that night, while lying on Grace's bed staring at the ceiling, I whispered, "Maybe I was never really enough."
Grace turned to me and said something I'll never forget:
"You were too much, Bernice. They just didn't know how to hold you properly."
I smiled, even though I felt like crying.
Maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn't the problem. Maybe it was just life teaching me how to protect my heart better.
Either way, this Easter break, I promised myself one thing:
I was going to fall in love... with me.