Leo
After tossing the entire night, I prepare myself for work in my lab on campus. That’s all I need right now, as much distraction as possible.
I feel a growth of my emptiness within. There's Asclepius’ silence, the recently broken mate bond, and Willow’s coldness.
It’s a relief that Willow knows what I have done and doesn’t think of me as a saint, but the weight of what I have done still weighs down on my shoulders.
Her image of when she was crying and screaming on the floor keeps replaying itself in my mind, causing me to wince.
After leaving my car in the parking lot, I head to her dorm room to find her locking up and dressed up in a pretty red dress. She looks up at me, her eyes cold and unwelcoming.
“How are you feeling?” I ask her, surprised that my hands are slightly shakin
