Even as King told them all to rest, Prism could not seem to get even a wink of sleep due to everything that had happened, and Yue shared her sentiment.
Never had the dark-haired girl had an outburst like the one she did earlier, always the one with a smile so playful and calm. Not even when Yue was suspended for using his fists, not even when the rumors started to bring her down. No, she had never raised her voice, and yet, even when she knew Kou had the right to suspect her brother — she is nothing but a hypocrite, for she too had suspected the tall brunette. But Prism felt disgusted for even thinking of such an awful thing pertaining to her brother, although they are not even blood-related.
The blood-stained fist of his and the unreadable expression on his face, Prism remembers it all.
