Alexander:
A week.
That was how long I managed to avoid her.
That was how long I managed to go without feeling like my whole world was just spinning in the wrong direction.
Seven days of turning down corridors before she appeared. Seven days of pretending I didn’t notice her scent lingering in the infirmary, in the greenhouse, in places she had no right to already feel… permanent. Seven days of choosing silence because it was easier than admitting that one decision, listening to her, had cracked something open inside me that refused to close again.
She didn’t chase me.
That was the worst part.
She didn’t confront me. Didn’t corner me. Didn’t ask why I suddenly treated her like a ghost. Didn’t ask me any questions. She simply went on with her days, helping pack members still weak fro
