[Day 7, Dec. 26 – Wintermist Island]
Octavia
The tension in my chest felt like a vice as I stormed away, my boots crunching against the snow with every hurried step. The sharp, icy wind bit at my cheeks, but I welcomed the sting—it was a distraction from the storm brewing inside me.
“Octavia, wait!” Lewis’s voice rang out behind me, his footsteps crunching quickly to catch up.
I stopped abruptly, spinning around to face him, my frustration bubbling over like a shaken bottle.
“No, Lewis. Just... don’t,” I said, holding up a hand to stop him.
My voice cracked, and I hated how vulnerable it sounded. “I need space. From you. From Dave. From all of this… nonsense and chaos.”
His golden eyes softened as he slowed to a halt, his shoulders dropping slightly. For once, the ever-confident sm
