HAZEL POV
The sting in my palm lasted long after the sound of Killian’s heavy boots faded up the basement stairs.
I didn't wait around for him to return. I packed the economics notes back into my bag with trembling fingers, slung it over my shoulder, and bolted out of the library basement. The wind bit through my thin t-shirt, making me shiver violently as I ran all the way back to the dorm.
I slipped through the heavy doors of the dormitory, I unlocked my room, the silence was suffocating. On my side, everything was neat and sparse. On the other side, Winter’s desk was cluttered with colorful makeup palettes and framed photos of us from home.
Winter was already fast asleep, her back turned completely toward my side of the room. She hadn't left a lamp on for me tonight. The rejection c
