Octavia's Point of View
The corridors hum softly with the distant rhythm of training, voices echoing, boots scuffing, the low thud of fists against punching bags. I walk faster than I mean to, my pulse still uneven from being near him.
Rafael still has this weird affect on me.
I can still feel the warmth of him beside me, the tension in the air that wrapped around us like a tether pulled too tight. Every step feels heavy with it.
I should not have gone looking for him.
I tell myself that as I climb the stairs towards the dorm building, as if saying it will make it true. But the truth is, part of me wanted to see him. To make sure he was okay. To make sure we were okay.
And now, I do not know what to think.
I reach the landing and stop by the tall window overlooking the courtyard. Th
