I was exhausted both physically and mentally. Oh, and of course, emotionally as well.
Monday snuck its way and I didn’t see it coming.
Alexander must still be hurt over our last conversation at the lounge on Saturday, cause he hadn’t reached out to me. It stung more than I cared to admit.
I stood outside the exam hall, hugging my textbook tightly against my chest even though it was useless now. Sloane stood beside me, as always, looking entirely too chipper for someone who had just survived a war.
“You look like you haven’t slept for weeks,” she said, bumping her hips against mine. “What’s with the mopey look on your face?
“Thanks for noticing, but your girl is drained.”
“Midterms are over,” she beamed. “We should be celebrating. Screaming into the sky or something.”
I forced
