The school bell rang, signaling the start of lunch.
Students enthusiastically packed their bags—the exact opposite of my own actions. I let out a deep sigh and gathered the notes from my desk. I waited a moment for the crowd to thin out before trailing behind a swarm of students rushing toward the school cafeteria.
Luckily, I managed to get out of the classroom without being crashed into or hit by anyone. My vision fixed on the ground, I bit my lip, watching my feet step forward. I was back at the university, though the return was still surreal. Some of my professors had asked how I was, having heard I was gone for a week. I just stated that I’d been hit by a bus and managed to live.
Carl remained unusually quiet. Sometimes, his gaze would drift my way, but the minute our eyes locked, h
