Callum
The silence in the student council room used to bring me peace. Now it just echoed louder than any argument I’d ever had.
I adjusted the papers in front of me for the fifth time, alignment mattered, right? Or maybe I just couldn’t sit still knowing she was out there.
Liora, who I’d spent the last 24 hours actively avoiding like she was a curse incarnate. Not that she was. She was… radiant. Sharp-tongued. Smarter than me, if I was being honest. But also cursed, because the closer she got to me, the more likely she was to be…
I dragged a hand down my face and stared at the stupid festival budget like it was gonna start solving itself. It wasn’t. Just numbers on paper, clean, easy, predictable. Not like her.
Not like the way she looked around today, clearly hoping someone—anyone
