(Clara)
The second I stepped out of the medical building, I knew I wasn’t going back to class.
There was no point.
I hadn’t heard half of what Professor Hart said during the research meeting, and after the conversation we had just had, there was absolutely no chance I was going to focus on anything.
My chest still felt tight.
My stomach still hurt.
And every time I replayed the last ten minutes in my head, I wanted to disappear.
You happened.
God.
I had actually said it.
Out loud.
To his face.
I tightened my grip on my bag and continued walking across campus without any real destination in mind. Students moved around me in groups, laughing and talking about assignments, weekend plans, and exams while I felt like my entire life had somehow become one giant mess.
Callum had look
