The solution was purple.
Raven huffs, grinding her teeth in deep thought, staring blankly at another one of her professors whose class she is in, sitting at the back of the class as opposed to her usual routine of being in front.
She can hear the professor talking but she's not listening to anything being said. "The solution was purple. I saw it myself," she mutters to herself and heaves a deep sigh.
She folds both her hands on the desk and rests her head on it, exhausted both physically and mentally. Silent yet painful tears leak out of her eyes, soiling her hands and she remains like that, sobbing gently, hoping not to draw attention to herself.
She's just a girl who wants some answers to the inconsistencies happening in her life, inconsistencies that seem to put everything
