10For the next few weeks, things seemed to fall into a rhythm, which only ended up making me paranoid: constantly waiting for the next shoe to drop. I went to class, I did homework, and I practiced moving objects as a spirit. Surprisingly, I was even able to keep my promise to stay away from the door, though not without loud protests from the visitors in my head. The peace, however, was bittersweet... I knew it couldn’t last forever.
Mike had messaged me a few times outside of class. I even met up with him occasionally to grab some food and discuss our project and presentation. He was nice enough, and didn’t mention the time I blew him off. And Damon finally learned to stop speaking up for Mike and for that, I was appreciative.
Aeria and Damon had gotten even closer; it was difficult to
