Liora
The hallway to our dorm was quiet, too quiet. Late afternoon sunlight had dipped into a rainy night, the once long, golden streaks, replaced by suspended memories in the air.
I tossed my braid over to my other shoulder, my clothes suddenly feeling too tight. I hadn’t expected to see him, not really sure why Callum of all people would be waiting outside of my exam hall.
The stone beneath my feet felt cool, even through my thin slip ons, and the faint scent of lemon polish lingered from whatever overworked staff member had been forced to scrub the floor for inspection earlier.
I reached for the doorknob of my dorm room with a sigh already forming in my chest.
At Homecoming, the results would be posted—names read aloud, futures sealed with nothing more than a thumbtack and a bulle
