I don’t see Elijah for the next two days.
I assume he’s either avoiding me because of Luca, or he’s staying clear because I spent those two days catching up on sleep.
By the third, things are back to normal as normal can be defined. Classes resume, gossip spreads, and Ariah is back—as if nothing ever happened. I’m moved back into our room with her, provided with extra security courtesy of Ariah’s parents. The windows got thicker, jail-like bars installed, and additional protective wards were put in place on all forms of entry to the room.
The door has two locks installed, too. It’s too much—but I suppose I can’t blame her parents for feeling the need to protect their daughter. A gesture I’ve never experienced with mine.
It’s next to impossible not to think about them—my parents. I miss
